The wind shrieked and pummeled the old cottage with golf ball-sized hail. Roof tiles twirled airborne. Driving rain lashed the windows like buckshot.
“It’s only a summer storm, honey,” Leila shouted in the dark. “Don’t be frightened.”
Her cousin, a criminal lawyer, collapsed heavily on the barn-board floor.
“Sophie,” Leila patted a frosty cheek. “You never were outdoorsy, were you?”
A groaning sigh rumbled. The old oak crashed and the roof pitched inward.
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