By midnight, the tropical storm had become a hurricane.Fallen branches blocked the last turn. I walked the rest of the way in ruined heels, carrying my shoes for the final stretch because the blisters had split.The kitchen lights were on.All four of them were around the table, showered and warm, eating breakfast. My sister, Lily, wore our brother's sweatshirt. A bowl of chicken soup steamed beside her toast.The five of us had rented the house together while Lily and I finished our last year of college. My fiancé, Ethan, our childhood friend, Noah, and my older brother, Owen, were already working nearby. We each had our own room. Sharing the rent with people I trusted had seemed like a good idea.Lily looked up first. “Claire? Where have you been?”Ethan's spoon stopped halfway to his mouth.“Were you still on campus?”I set my shoes by the door. “I called you.”He pulled out his phone. Owen and Noah did the same.For a moment, nobody spoke.“Oh, God.” Ethan stood. “Claire, I'm sorr
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