*Lauren*

I broke from Lucas’s grasp, running toward the bungalow, the fastest I had moved since the beginning of our post-storm tour. I couldn’t believe my eyes after all the destruction we had seen. As my bungalow was lucky enough to survive the storm, their bungalow was intact, with just a few broken windows and a little roof damage, but that was all. The roof hadn’t caved in, and all four walls remained standing as if the building were standing defiantly against the storm. ...