Butter Me Up

Contrary to the soft cloudiness that hung over Valcrest, Philadelphia looked like it was crying blood.

The rain came down so violently that the sky itself seemed furious—pounding against the windshield, the roof, the road. Wipers screeched back and forth, barely keeping up. Every flash of lightning painted the street silver for half a second before plunging us back into blurred darkness.

I sat the