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

were on in some houses. Others were dark, boarded up, gone.

Mrs. Meredith’s house across the street had a single lamp in the living room window, and I could see the shape of her standing behind the curtain.

I did not have shoes on. My phone was in my back pocket. I did not have a single number to call.

My mother was inside. Roy was inside.

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