Abbey stood in the covered the bus stand crying. The rain ebbed a bit, and mapping her route, she raced across the street to another stand, paused a half minute, then on and on, racing from shop awning to bus stand until finally, she was across the street from the flat.
Taking a breath, Abbey raced across, opened the door, then up the stairs to her flat..
She entered, locked the door behind her, and began stripping off her wet clothing as she hastened to the bathroom. She left her clothing on the floor as she got to the shower, turned on the hot water, and jumped in.
She let the hot water confront the effect of the cold rain.
Slowly, Abbey began to turn down the temperature of the water to just warm, then to tepid before she shut it off.
Then, she came out, sat on the toilet, and began to cry.
She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t help it.