The rain came down so hard it felt personal.Sera Quinn stood barefoot on the cracked concrete of the driveway, her thin nightgown already soaked through and clinging to her skin. In her arms, her three-week-old daughter, Rosie, made soft, confused sounds against her chest. The baby’s tiny body was already growing cold.On either side of her, her two older girls clung to her legs.Nora, seven years old, had both arms wrapped tightly around Sera’s thigh. Her dark hair was plastered to her face. She wasn’t crying yet, she was too busy trying to be brave the way her mother had taught her.Ellie, only four, was past bravery. She sobbed openly, her small fists twisted in the fabric of Sera’s nightgown.“Mommy… why won’t Daddy open the door?”Behind the heavy oak door of the house Sera had inherited from her parents, her husband Marcus’s voice came through, calm and final.“Take them and go, Sera. There’s not enough food for everyone. You know that.”A second voice, soft, almost sweet, belo
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