It was the only place he could think of that Leo didn't know about. This tiny little park where he and Bianca would sneak off to. Of course, Leo could still track him. But Chris was hoping that Leo wouldn't. He didn't want to see his father. Seeing him, talking to him, only made it worse. Made him remember everything that had happened. And how it all went wrong.
Chris was so lost in his thoughts, his memories, that he didn't notice the rain begin to fall. When it finally broke though his daze, it was a roaring storm complete with deafening thunder and torrential winds. It was almost as if someone had tapped into his heart and dumped it on the world.
He couldn't stay outside but he couldn't go back to the manor until he knew what he should do next. Which left him with only one choice. It was his refuge in the past, the only other place he felt safe.
