Hayden
"I didn't get any sleep last night," Janie says as she comes into the bank. "Not with the storms as they roared through."
"Yeah, me neither. I don't know if you've heard or not, but there's a fire up on the ridge. A lightning strike lit the dry timber up like a match."
"It's been so dry," she muses.
"It has. Dad was called in around three in the morning. I haven't heard from him, though." I worry my bottom lip between my teeth. "I thought I would by now, but last time I texted him it didn't even go through."
"I'm sorry, Hayden." She squeezes my shoulder. "Keep your phone available today, just in case."
The thought that I might need it causes my throat to squeeze tightly. "I will," I whisper.
Opening the bank is second nature to me now. I can do it in my sleep but, as I'm goin
