The rain pounded harder now, streaking down the glass in relentless cascades. I wiped the window again, the coldness biting at my fingers, but no matter how much I tried, the view remained blurred, obscured by the rain and by my own thoughts. Outside, the city lights flickered, their reflections stretching across the water-soaked streets. The blurred skyline was comforting, in a way—it mirrored ..