MiguelThe aftermath of the storm left a cold streak. The atmosphere was tense with the heavy, bruised scent of petrichor and fractured wood. I remembered going to check up on Penelope. Fearing for what I may encounter, and thankfully, nothing I wouldn’t be able to live with. For a moment last night, I almost sought God again. I hadn’t done that in a very long while.The maintenance supervisor came by that morning, confirming that the room was officially unsafe for habitation. “Good thing you packed most of your things yesterday," he said, adjusting his hard hat. Referring to most of the things Penelope had moved away from that side of the room, and some outside of the room."Is any part of it salvageable?" I asked, gesturing to the remaining half of the ceiling. "Could one stay on the far side of the room while you guys patch it?" Asking for the real resident of the room- Penelope, who was standing beside me, quietly. He shook his head, completely serious. "Not a chance. The water
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