A thunderstorm brewed high up in the sky. The wind blew with unprecedented force.

Zahra sighed watching the rain start pouring over them, unforgiving and merciless.

“The power generator will be up in a moment,” Asher announced as he stepped in the living room.

Zahra turned to look at him.

They were prisoners of the house for the duration of the storm with no company but themselves.

Anne left early that morning. Zahra was supposed to join her.

The storm arrived earlier than expected. Darius faded into a ghost for a few days now.

The help was on their day off.

Grandfather left for the city. Zahra suppressed a groan...