Hannah

I'VE ALWAYS LOVED THUNDERSTORMS. But I've never seen one from this high up.

Sitting criss cross on the couch in fascination, my eyes glue to the white light rippling across the clouds, shining above central park. I shovel the next handful of popcorn in my mouth, the buttery goodness sparking my tastebuds.

The city is still as busy as ever, the color of grid-locked cars on the streets smearing through the wet windows. People who move along sidewalks look like little dots from up here.

I have all the lights off to get the best possible view of the storm. When the next strike flashes, I whip my head around, scanning the dark room.

No one.

Arthur already went to bed, seeing as it's nearing midnight, but it would be nice to watch it with someone. That doesn’t seem to be the case, though. Just me in a multi-million-dollar penthouse in pajamas with my popcorn to watch the storm.

Couldn't he at least get a cat?

A knot twists inside me, thinking of how Sofia would kill to be here right now. Ma