Tessa Pov
I woke up to the sound of rain. Still half asleep, my dream of eyes and terror changed to my grandmother, how she whispered those words to me that one rainy night. So many times I have tried to change the rain into something good. I had picnics on the front porch with my siblings, and I tended to sit on the front porch and draw graphics for the companies I worked for. No matter how many times I tried to make the rain good, it always brought back that one night, the wind howling, the thunder and lightning crackling, and my grandmother’s haunting warning. I sat up and wiped at my eyes, trying to figure out where I was and what was going on. The room was unfamiliar at first, but after a second, everything started to come back into focus and I remembered everything. The agreement, t
