"What am I missing?" she murmured. The thrumming of the rain on the window sent an array of shivers through her arms. The world felt cold and hot all at once with the singular intensity that only a summer rain can produce, and this one in particular, for it was a dark day and full of thunder. Outside, steam rose from the bricks. I hunkered down, unsure whether to break the silence. I knew what she needed, but I feared the sound of my voice in the stillness. The heat and the rain and the far off crack of the storm chilled me.
"What is it?" she asked.
I hesitated.
"Hope." I said. " What you're missing is hope."
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