Two Days Later, the Storm Hit My Door
The consequences showed up fast.
At sunrise, my phone buzzed so much it nearly fell off the nightstand.
Missed calls. Voicemails. Panic in every one.
By noon, pounding echoed through the hallway.
Mom hammered my apartment door like she could force obedience back into my body.
“Open up!” she shouted. “We need to talk!”
I cracked the door two inches.
Mom stood there shaking, eyes wild.
Trevor hovered behind her, tense and desperate.
“What happened to our accounts?” Mom demanded.
