Perhaps in what I had said just now, there was a bit of envy. However, Sophia Brown thought to herself, this isn't such a big deal, it's not a matter of life or death. After all, people sometimes miss out on things in the pouring rain. This seems a fitting tribute to the torrential downpour.
Sophia Brown had the raincoat she had been wearing earlier in her hand, not bothering to put it on, since she was nearly home.
Once home, Sophia Brown stripped off all her wet clothes and threw them into a hot bath. Compared to Ivy Grant, Sophia Brown surely knew she was extremely fortunate.
Sophia Brown thought that she would be fixating on Dylan Flack in the steamy heat. But she wasn't, her mind kept reverting to Ivy's mother: so gentle, kind, truly wonderful. But this wonderful mother, who had braved the storm to bring her child home, wasn't her own.
