tornado with a molten center. i saw it forming out the window in the middle of a conversation when i glanced over. like a portal to hell if anyone could believe hell was above instead of below. i don’t know where it took us. obliterated the floors above and ripped us right up out of the ground, walls glowing red from the heat outside. i never knew if gracie was still with us. hannah burrowed, bandit sat at my head. my grandpa was there? calmly explaining that he had insurance as our world was being tumbled. i’ve never squeezed brett’s hand so hard. i don’t know where it set us down. i woke myself up still inside the room that was ripped away, yelling on the phone at my mom who was complaining about her neighbor playing music too loud instead of listening to me tell her that my house was destroyed and i haven’t seen gracie.