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Keltie never thought she’d be so happy to hear a thunderstorm. Rain fell on her parent’s car in drenching needles as lightning struck just off the living platform, over the sea.
“It’s like God knew you were coming home today,” her mother, Samantha, said. She had long hair like Keltie, and she wore thick makeup. “A thunderstorm is always good luck.”
Her father adjusted the rearview mirror. He wore glasses and a trench coat. “You’re awfully quiet back there.”
She glanced out of the window, over the stormy sea, and rested her head against the glass.
“I’m just tired, Dad.”
“I’m tired too,” her dad said. “I’ve been saying for years that your company doesn’t care about its employees. They should have provided a security force.”
“Not now, Bill,” her mother said.
“Yeah, not now,” Keltie
