Undercover Dreamer

Rivulets of rain slowly ran down the tumbled mass of auburn curls. Meggie weaved long fingers through the hair, tugging the

wild array from the delicate line of her cheek.

Rain. It had done nothing but rain from the day she moved to Portland. Didn’t the sun ever shine in Oregon?

Inserting the key into the lock, Meggie let herself into the apartment. The room, cast in shadows, was gloomy, the open door