The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
It seemed as if it was making up for all the rain that hadn't fallen in the past half-year in one breath.
Norris Moore curled up, listening to the pattering sound of the rain within the night.
Everything around her became extremely quiet. On such a perilous night, every household had their doors and windows firmly locked. The only sound Norris Moore could hear was the continuous dripping of rainwater hitting the ground.
She squatted on the ground, hugging her legs, her nerves sensitized to the extreme in the utter silence.
She pricked up her ears, not letting any sound escape.
But there was none.
She couldn't hear Trenton Smith's footsteps returning.
He had lured someone off and hadn't returned yet.
Norris Moore was in a daze. She even hallucinated while squatting in place, feeling as if she had returned to America, attending her wedding with Trenton Smith.
