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The next morning, Tom sat at the kitchen table sipping his coffee to the sound of bacon and eggs sizzling in the pan as Laura busied herself over the stove. Outside, rays of yellow sun bounced off the hay shed, and crisp blue sky surrounded the farm. Tom had to squint at the brightness. He swore he could almost see the water evaporating. Not soon enough though.
‘Thank god for the sun,’ Laura said, popping down a plate of crispy bacon, fried tomato, and farm eggs. Tom’s stomach rumbled. ‘You can say that again,’ he said, taking in a mouthful.
‘So, the cleanup begins.’
Tom sighed. ‘Yep. Not looking forward to assessing the damage.’
Laura walked over to Tom and put her hands on his shoulders. ‘It’ll be okay. I’m here to help,’ she whispered in his ear.
Last night had been close to pe
