“What’s right in front of you now?”

But Lucia was waiting for a sign. And Zara was waiting for proof.

Outside, the rain stopped. Lucia didn’t need to check for a rainbow. She had something better: a crooked bowl drying on the shelf, a cat purring in the corner, and Zara Durose’s hand warm in hers.

"Hey, lost in thought?" Zara asked, as Lucia approached.