THE RAIN OUTSIDE is relentless. By the time I've settled in one of the bedrooms, it’s already coming down in sheets, pounding against the windows like it’s demanding me to let it in. The wind is like some kind of wounded beast with its howling, and the cabin creaks now and then under the pressure of it.
Although I'm a fan of the rain—both heavy downpours and light drizzles--I'm not the biggest fan of storms. Especially unrelenting ones like this. Something about howling wind, blowing rain, and cracks of thunder and lightning mixed together give me more anxiety than peace.
It's gone quiet downstairs. At first, I could hear Sonny giving the other guys orders, placing them around different areas of the house for protection but after his last order had rung out, there’s been silence ever
