Some cliches were true.
The rain was warm as it soaked through her clothes, through her skin, into her blood. And it felt good. It couldn't wash away the horrors of the day, but it at least lessened the stains and washed her own thoughts away, letting her just breathe.
It was raining even harder by the time she reached the bridge. Looking out over the water, she watched the lights of the city move with the currents and then closed her eyes.
"Emily?"
She smiled faintly as she turned to see him sitting in the car behind her. She should have known he would come looking for her, just to make sure she was okay. Leaving the water behind, she climbed into the passenger seat.
"Ready to go home?" he asked quietly.
She nodded and reached over, resting her hand on his. "Yeah."