Chapter 45
ShannonThe weather continued to go downhill over the weekend through the beginning of the next week. On Tuesday night, I awoke to the unrelenting c***k of hail crashing on the roof and smashing against the windows.
At first, I thought I imagined the sensation of my walls shaking, but I blinked awake and heard the structure of the apartment building moaning from blasts of wind.
I’d hurried home after my evening shift, showering and parking myself on the couch in my robe. The long hours worked like a tranquilizer dart, and I passed out in front of the TV, watching the weather report on the news. The meteorologists predicted heavy storms, but I paid little attention.
Storms in Texas could always leave you shaken and wondering if this was the time that a tornado really would tea
