Brandon's POVThe already precarious sliding glass door leading out to the balcony suddenly shattered with a deafening crash. Almost at once, the Category 5 hurricane we were all warned about tore into the living room, and rain lashed in.Everything inside our apartment was swept away in the blink of an eye, leaving behind total chaos.My son, Timmy Hooper, was barely two months old, and he was instantly awakened by the loud commotion. He began crying loudly and incessantly in his crib from the sudden shock.I dragged my injured leg and trudged across the shards of broken glass on the floor in the darkness, rushing over to the crib as quickly as possible to shield him from the raging wind with my body."It's okay, Timmy. Don't be afraid. Daddy's here…"I hugged him tightly against my chest, comforting him in a shaky voice. However, I couldn't afford to give in just yet.Just ten minutes ago, my wife, Taylor Cochran, had just wordlessly slipped on a raincoat and walked out into t
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