After the Rain

~VALERIE POV~

The rain had stopped by the time I got home. Paris looked washed clean….rooftops glistening, the smell of wet stone and fresh air drifting through the windows. Blanche had left earlier, but she'd lit a single candle on the kitchen counter, its small flame flickering in the growing dusk. I set my bag down and leaned against the marble island, letting out a sigh I didn't know I'd been