Chapter 41Don lay down to sleep but was unsuccessful. His eyes wouldn’t close, and his ears refused to block out the endless wail of sirens, the crackle of distant fires, the murmur of people on the street outside, and the recurring aftershocks that kept the mattress dancing. It wasn’t wise to sleep anyway. The sound of someone pounding on his door made him jump out of bed and race to answer it.
“Micah, thank God,” Don shouted as he threw the door open wide. He was disappointed. It wasn’t Micah, but the owner of the building and a maintenance man. His smile disappeared immediately.
“Mr. Gibbs, the building next door is on fire, and since there’s no water to fight the fires, it’s spreading to this building. I think you understand, but we’re asking everyone to evacuate. Take only what you
