CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
When Emily awoke the next morning—wrapped in a sleeping bag in the basement, groggy headed from too much wine and merriment throughout the evening—she rushed upstairs to assess the damage of last night’s storm. To her great relief the new roof had held out and there were no signs of leaks. But outside on the lawn, Emily was confronted by a scene of devastation. The lawn was completely flooded and several trees had fallen.
As Emily gazed around in shock and disbelief, she saw that the large tree between her and Trevor’s properties had fallen into his house, smashing through the roof and even damaging some of the brickwork on the upstairs floor. The window where Trevor would peer at her had been destroyed entirely.
Emily was struck with sudden fear. Had Trevor been home
