"So many deaths. More than sixty people dead. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, are missing. Homes destroyed."
Meg listened until he had nothing more to say. After her father vacated the computer, Meg climbed into the chair and logged onto f*******:. Tears welled in her eyes as she read statuses of friends whose houses had been destroyed, or worse, who were missing family members.
Meg couldn't get back to sleep, but she didn't want to wake everyone. She waited until six a.m., and then called her sister.
"Hey," she said in a loud whisper. "I want to go to my house now. I want to collect as much as we can. I want to try and get my computer, if it's not ruined. Can you take me?"
"Yeah," she said, her voice loud in the quiet of the room. "I'll be right there."
The two sisters headed back to
