The day Maya returned, it was raining again. Leo stood at the train platform, this time holding a large, sturdy umbrella—and a smaller yellow one just for her. When she stepped off the train, she didn't run for cover; she ran to him. As they stood together under the rain, Leo realized that he didn't mind the storms anymore, as long as they were standing under the same roof—even if that roof was just a piece of yellow nylon.
