“Oh Jazzie, it’s all gone… what’re we going to do?”
Alice’s voice trembles as she digs through what’s left of our bookshelves, picking up our wedding album. It, like everything else we own, is sodden after the flood.
We had only barely managed to get out ourselves before things got too bad, but we had to leave everything behind – including our pets.
I sigh as I kneel next to Jake’s body, running my fingers through his damp fur. “I’m sorry, buddy… we’re gonna miss you.”
Looking up, I see Leah crawling out from her hiding place behind Jake.