Chapter Seven
I grabbed a quick to-go breakfast on my way home. I was anxious to see how bad my house was. The streets were still damp in places, but the water had already receded. I was just happy I could get food.
I ate as I drove. Everything was drier as I got closer to my place. I hoped that was good, but there was no telling when water was involved.
I turned onto my street and breathed a sigh of relief. It was dry. There was sand on the road, though. A few leaves. Even a bit of rock. I pulled into my driveway, sighing when I saw that the house was standing and didn’t look that bad.
Inside was a slightly different story. The tile floors were damp, but not soaked. A telltale line ran around the room a few inches above the baseboards, showing me how high the water sat inside my house
