The sky churned in dark, bruised shades of purple. Thunder cracked like the earth itself was splitting apart.
Trees bent nearly to the ground, their branches thrashing violently, on the verge of snapping.
A massive billboard had been ripped loose, twisting through the air like a broken wing.
At a time like this, anyone outside would be courting death.
Then... Her heart skipped.
At the edge of her balcony, part of the security grill had been pried loose by the wind.
Just a corner—but enough.
How long would it hold?
She stared at the storm for a long moment, making sure it wasn't an immediate threat, before finally retreating to bed.
Wrapped once more in her blanket, she felt an overwhelming sense of safety.
And yet, this was only the beginning. The storm would only grow worse.
She wondered if the reinforced windows of her safehouse could withstand something like this.
That thought lingered as she drifted back to sleep.
