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A cold, rainy night hung over the city, unconsciously mourning Thomas and lulling Lily to sleep. Dank raindrops pattered against the window, and the poor branches cracked, sending a low howl through the house. The bedroom was clean and elegant, with light Wallpaper with tiny flowers, and the cold light from the street lamp illuminated it. The last logs were burning in the small fireplace, warming them with a light warmth. The girl was sleeping soundly, having thrown off a large blanket, revealing a beautiful body dressed in a thin nightgown. Lily was expecting Tom on Friday night, and she didn't have all day to call.