The hurricane was 3 hours from landfall. My parents locked me out in the rain for “talking back to him at dinner.” I watched them seal the door through the window. An hour later, a black limo pulled up. My billionaire grandma stepped out. She saw me outside, looked at the house and said 1 words: “Demolish.” – News

pocket watch on the table beside me.

The second hand ticked in the dark.

The crystal was still cracked.

It had been cracked since before I was born, and it would be cracked long after I was gone, and the watch would keep time regardless because that was what it was built to do.

The fence was blue again.

I could see it in the porch light.

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