The rain was coming down in stair rods. Without an umbrella, Dawn would be drenched before she reached the bus stop. The only one she could find was an antique, accidentally left behind by her ex-husband. She’d mentioned it to him, but he’d said he didn’t want it.
Having no other choice, she grabbed the umbrella and headed for work. It was only when she got home that evening that she realised she’d left it on
