Thirteen Hours Left in the Storm
Language: en
During the hurricane, I spent thirteen hours trapped in waist-deep, freezing mud before Gale’s lifted Dodge Ram finally cut through the storm. When it pulled up, the passenger seat wasn't empty. Brianna, the fresh-out-of-college intern he’d been mentoring, was sitting inside. The emergency blanket and the single remaining evacuation spot that should have been mine were wrapped tightly around her shoulders. As I waded through the rushing water toward the truck, Brianna made a weak gesture toward the door handle. Gale immediately reached over and locked it shut from the inside. "It’s…