A pause. Then his tone shifted into something sharp and focused. “Are you inside?”
“Yes.”
“I’m ten minutes out. Stay on the mattress.”
The next half hour felt like a lifetime compressed into fear. The water reached the edge of the bins. The wind roared so loudly it felt like the walls themselves might peel away. I imagined headlines. I imagined disappearing without anyone truly noticing.
Then headlights pierced the seams of the garage door.