Zoey
"I can't believe he's still out there in this storm," I said to Mama, joining her by the window. The rain was pouring down heavily, and the sky was ominously dark.
Lorenzo chimed in, teasingly, "Your husband better be careful, Zoey. This storm might blow your roof off!"
I made sure the kids were fed and bundled up in their jackets, oblivious to their father's risky behavior. They were happily playing with the toys Rayden had brought them earlier, completely unaware of the danger outside.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I peered through the small hole in the window. There was Rayden, huddled against his car, shivering in the cold rain. It broke my heart to see him like that.
Lorenzo, always the blunt one, opened the window so Rayden and I could make eye contact. We just stared
