*Lucas*
As we cautiously walked toward the resort's main area, shards of shattered glass crunched under our feet. The once beautiful palm trees were now uprooted and strewn across the ground. Lauren's determined expression remained as she moved through the rubble, leaving imprints in the soaked dirt with her work boots.
“Lucas, this is horrible,” Lauren whispered.
My brow wrinkled as I stared around at the mess, and I turned to her and said, “It looks terrible, but so far, everything I see can be fixed. That’s always a win when Mother Nature is concerned.”
She let out a heavy sigh and walked toward Michael and Shelby, who were standing in front of the lobby doors.
“I’ve never seen a storm cause this kind of destruction,” Shelby said as we approached.
The strong winds must have blown something large and heavy into the glass doors of the lobby, resulting in cracks. The sun glinted off the broken glass, sending various rays of color back toward us.
