Rayne was getting ready for her first tour.
As she packed her suitcase and wrapped her favorite orange scarf around her neck, she thought back to the story her adopted parents had told her about how they met.
She thought about her father, and how he could have been the mythical man and her mother looking through that battered screen door waiting for him to arrive.
She thought about the stained glass in the church where she was born, and the little bird that she had saved and let fly away to find its own mother.
She was moving on to another life and hoped that this one would be filled with the love that her mother was never able to give her.
With forgiveness in her heart, she smiled, picked up her suitcase, and walked out the front door, as the rain started to fall.