Day four of the heatwave.
The temperature in the living room had leveled off at 125 degrees.
Through the peephole, I could see the place had completely fallen apart.
The sofa covers had been ripped off and spread across the floor.
Ethan, Chloe, and Cody were down to their underwear, sprawled in the shadiest corner of the hallway, drenched in sweat, their skin red and peeling.
Those two bottles of water were long gone.
The plain crackers on the coffee table lay scattered everywhere, untouched. Nobody dared eat them. In extreme heat with no water, dry crackers would only accelerate dehydration and make your throat close up.
"Dad... I am so thirsty... my throat hurts..." Cody lay on the floor, lips cracked, his voice barely a whisper.
Ethan's eyes were bloodshot as he looked over at C
