Lumi roared into the the rain. She couldn’t hear her own voice , as it was drowned out by the torrential winds ripping at her shirt and through her hair. She kept yelling all the same, until her chest heaved and her breath was exhausted. And then she was quiet—no longer a lion, just a girl in a storm. Nobody had taught her how to be brave, or how to deal with pain, so she’d taught herself. If she screamed loud enough, for long enough, the visions would fade. She hated the scattered memories t...