the sky turning bl

came crackling over the radio, a distress signal, fa

ere when the weather turne

ays said, "Sarah, folks count on us."

h of it. Rain lashed down, wind screaming. It was hard to se

rned hull, two men, city types by

rehead, eyes wide but with a spark of fight. Th

I yelled ov

The handsome one, Ethan, he tried to help, but he was wea

dry clothes, old things of my dad

id, his voice a little shaky but smooth, like go

, taking it. Hi

s Jackson.

d, his eyes still

overnor Thompson. He was making a stop in our small town. Th

e. His eyes, they had a way of making me feel like I was the only person

de was washed clean. They couldn't leave, roads were flood

raveled slow if it traveled at all.

rm that brought him. He talked about a future, a different life. I listened. I

like a

ame, he had to leave. His fat

n promised, holding my hand

eks later, I knew. I was pregnant. Ethan's child. I wasn't