It was immediately and terribly apparent why Sabrina had refused to let them go alone; the houses on these blocks were sparse, entire lots emptied and never reclaimed after the hurricane had washed them away.The devastation rippled visibly across the neighborhood. The farther they went, the worse it got. It was destruction on a level Dan had never seen before, and scariest of all was the fact that they were just a few miles from the vibrant French Quarter. He watched the road wander in and out, no real edge to it, its surface so pocked with holes they could barely go above fifteen miles an hour.The sad silence that had descended over the car was interrupted by the sound of Dan’s phone dinging. For obvious reasons, they all tensed—but it was only Sandy texting. She wanted to know how his second full day in New Orleans had gone. The empty message return box glowed up at him, so tiny and inadequate to answer that question.We’re having tons of fun, sorry for not messaging sooner. What kind of souvenirs do you guys want?He returned to staring out the window, turning from one unhappy thought to another.“There’s people with heart here,”
