First message
Thunder rumbled as heavy rain battered the windows. The reader sat on the couch, watching TV, when suddenly, a knock came from the front door.
Upon opening it, a drenched woman stood on the porch, her dark hair clinging to her face. One hand rested against her side as she glanced nervously at the empty street.
Please, may I come inside? she asked, her voice quiet but firm. I just need somewhere to stay until the storm passes.