*Lauren*

I could feel every gust of the angry wind as it battered against the bungalow, sending leaves on a wild dance through the air. Beside me, Shelby handed me another wooden plank and her hands shook with worry.

"Pass me the nails," I said, trying to sound calmer than I felt. Shelby did so without missing a beat. “As long as we get all the glass covered, we should be good. I hope we’re being over-prepared, though.”

I hammered fiercely, the board shuddering ...