On the seventh day with no power, the water stops working. The only good news is that the freezing rain has stopped, but the temperature has cooled and the world is covered in a sheet of ice.
I look around worriedly, my stomach twisting into knots. “Logan, we’re in trouble. Water, there’s no more water.”
Logan waves a hand towards the pots where I’ve been keeping some water, the stuff we’ve stockpiled for a few days now.
“We’ll be okay. And if not, we’ll find a shelter to go to.”
I glance around my apartment, feeling a pang of loss even if I’m still right here. “This is my home,” I croak, crossing my arms over my chest.
Logan opens his arms slowly, a silent invitation to move towards him and accept what he’s offering. I take one hesitant step forward and then another and another, unti
