Literature
Mad About You page 104
With determination written across her face she marched along doggedly, but gradually shifted into doubt as her pace slowed. Eventually she stopped, staring blankly at nothing while raindrops pelted her and dribbled down her flesh in crooked rivulets. Where was she going? Where was there to go to? It wasn’t as if she was some petulant teenager who could run to her room and slam the door, shutting out the world in no uncertain terms. Like she did at the start of this ordeal, closing herself off inside the treehouse, leaving Teela to run away and set all this heartache in motion.
Over the tittering of the rain came the shrieks of e