Izzy Laurent hated Mondays, and worse than that it was raining. This was the kind of day when the song “Rainy Days and Mondays” was going to be playing in her head all morning. It was a cold rain, the kind that had a bite to it. Her cheeks hurt and she hadn’t even reached the bus stop yet. It was still dark out, and the wet pavement cast a glare of red and green on the road from the traffic lights.