Chapter Fifty-Seven
6:01 PM
Temperature: 76 degrees
Winds: 89 MPH
Pressure: 28.93 bars
Rain: 2.43 inches
Florence’s arms were warm as she helped him into the house. She struggled to shut the door, and he let his body fall against it as they pushed it back into the door jamb. He let out a rough breath and felt his legs tremble as he used the wall beside him for support. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.
“Where is your aunt?”
“She was at bridge when the rain began.”
He held her gaze. “You’ve been alone?”
“Yes,” she answered, her eyes brimming with tears.
He stood and held out an arm. She stepped into his embrace, and he held her tightly against him. The warmth of her body eased his trembling, but he did little to suppress her quick breaths that hinged on deep sobs. He re
