CHAPTER 47

   

  Minerva’s POV

   

  She was engaged to Damon, my soon to be father-in-law.

           I glanced at Cyrene, who was under the flowerless tree. In her arms was my child, Hemera Lou.

           It has been three months since I've been admitted to the hospital and I just managed to be discharged an hour ago.

           The sky is gray, as gray as the stone that rests atop the bed where Derrick eternally rests.

           I don’t care if it’s drizzling. I don’t care if I get wet as long as Cyrene and Hemera don't. I don’t give a damn if it will rain because, in my eyes, the world has long since been raining. Even with Darwin’s sunshine smile and moonbeam eyes, you can never keep rain from coming in my life. That no matter how bright the world is, one can never stop a rain from pouring. For after every rain, there is sunshine. And in every bright sunny day comes a cold and chilling rainy afternoon.