"You're hurt." His voice was a little low.
The dark clouds exploded in a blinding light with thunders. Ainsley shivered and flung herself into his arms.
She was most afraid of rainy days and thunder.
Manuel took her in his arms, wrapped one hand around her waist and stroked her hair.
She didn't see the guilt and panic in Manuel's eyes.
Ainsley sniffed his chest, feeling full of security. She thought that Manuel probably felt sorry for not being able to come to her sooner.
The next day, the night's rain had evaporated. The sun was bright. It was as if last night's rain did not exist.
Ainsley opened her eyes but found that the person beside her had already left. She touched the pillow. He should be long gone.
She got dressed and went out of the bedroom. Breakfast was already set on the dining room table, along with a note.
"Good morning, I'm off to work."