the sky turning bl
came crackling over the radio, a distress signal, fa
ere when the weather turne
ays said, "Sarah, folks count on us."
h of it. Rain lashed down, wind screaming. It was hard to se
rned hull, two men, city types by
rehead, eyes wide but with a spark of fight. Th
I yelled ov
The handsome one, Ethan, he tried to help, but he was wea
dry clothes, old things of my dad
id, his voice a little shaky but smooth, like go
, taking it. Hi
s Jackson.
d, his eyes still
overnor Thompson. He was making a stop in our small town. Th
e. His eyes, they had a way of making me feel like I was the only person
de was washed clean. They couldn't leave, roads were flood
raveled slow if it traveled at all.
rm that brought him. He talked about a future, a different life. I listened. I
like a
ame, he had to leave. His fat
n promised, holding my hand
eks later, I knew. I was pregnant. Ethan's child. I wasn't
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