Heart of a WandererThe storm had come on suddenly.
Jordan Freidman hadn’t really expected it. Maybe he should have. Weathermen had been predicting rain for days, but Haydon Cliff never got a lot of rain. And nine times out of ten, the weathermen were wrong.
Sure, it was February, which was as likely as any month during the winter season to get rain, but it had been a dry year, with the area not even coming close to average rainfall.
It hadn’t even been cloudy. Okay, a little cloudy. But a sky not covered by them or anything.
So when he headed to the beach house, Jordan figured he was safe.
He’d been tinkering around in what used to be the living room. Would be again someday if he got the work done on it.
The front window that overlooked the ocean was loose. The whole frame would have
