Storm Sammy watches the approaching storm. She found herself agitated and worried into a sense of stress. She keeps looking at her closed bedroom door. She instinctively feels a lurking darkness waiting for her. Meanwhile… “Peter, the storm is coming.” Charlie brushes the goose bumps from her arms the worry ringing clear in her voice. “So its nature,” “It’s a time of fear for Sammy.” “What do you mean?” “She associates storms with fire. Before her brother died, she nearly lost him in one.” Charlie looks him straight in the eyes for the first time. She hides nothing in her gaze. “I messed up. I brought danger into her life. I know where she is. Go to her, please.” “Give me the address.” Peter stand. It is clear her worry found an echoing corner within him. Sammy sleep huddled in the bed. The storm was still in the distance but already she feels its effect on her. She covers her he
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