The Love We Lost
Chapter Seven:
Dinner for Two
The rain started at four in the afternoon.
By five, it was pouring hard enough to blur the windows of the Community Arts Center.
By six, Amara stopped pretending it was going to pass.
She stood near the east windows, watching water stream down the glass.
“This isn't normal.”
Ethan looked up from the blueprints spread across the worktable.
“No.”
“That sounded very confident.”
He glanced outside.
“I've lived here my whole life.”
“And?”
“And this is bad.”
Thunder shook the building.
Amara folded her arms.
“How bad?”
Ethan walked toward the window.
“The river is probably rising.”
She stared at him.
“You're telling me that now?”
“I was hoping I was wrong.”
Another flash of lightning illuminated the street.
Water was already
