Angelica stared out the window at the slow drizzle, a steaming cup of coffee clutched in her left hand. The soft patter of the rain against the glass took her back to her childhood; back to a time when things were far simpler.

Does life get more complex as you get older or is it simply that you pay more attention to the complex things? Would she have given a second thought to Derek had she still be ten? No, of course not, because she wouldn’t have spoken to him, let alone spent time thinking about him.

She shook away the cobwebs and focused her eyes on the rain. It was time to stop this self deprecation. She set the cold cup of coffee down and forced herself to stand up. A warm shower and some food would help, but first she should make a phone call.