I don’t know where the water came from. One minute I was washing dishes, and the next, it was at my ankles—then my knees. The power cut out fast, and the front door swelled shut from the pressure.
I grabbed the kids and made it upstairs as the living room vanished under brown water. My phone was dead. I kept trying to calm them down, but truth is—I was the one who couldn’t stop shaking.
