Hannah looked at her with sad eyes and moaned as she stared outside the door with her nose pressed to the glass window that made up the front entrance of the luxurious two-storied bungalow.
"What is it, girl? Is it them?" Cat walked up next to her and rubbed the dog's head to comfort her.
What the bloody hell?
What was that?
Was there a cyclone brewing?
It felt like an earthquake but only deeper and bigger somehow. Fuck. She frantically looked around for the kids and shouted for Alex. She ran outside with Hannah on her heels and noticed that the Earth swallowed everything up but the waves had turned choppy and the air was scented with the breath of doom.
Hurry to the house?
No, go to the boat.
Hell, where were they?
