Outrunning the Storm

The moment Sadie’s battered van pulled into the dim warehouse, Diane rushed over with an umbrella. She abandoned the pallets she had been sorting, her boots splashing through the damp concrete puddles. The second the driver's door swung open, Diane’s face went pale with panic. She grabbed her daughter's arm, her eyes locking onto the dark red stains smeared across the fabric of her jacket.

"Sadie