![]() Her father had once told her that the building itself worked as a giant lightning rod to protect the other buildings around it. Since her mother’s death, Emily found herself sitting there more and more often, as though it could somehow bring her closer to her mother.īut not only that from this vantage point Emily could see the top of the Empire State Building. She used to call it her “perch”: her special place to sit and watch the world moving around twenty stories below. This had always been her mother’s favorite spot. ![]() Yet, despite his warning and her promise to keep away, Emily sat in the large window seat and watched the raging storm. There are lightning strikes all over the city, and our top-floor apartment is at particular risk.” ![]() Do me a favor, will you? Keep away from the windows. The city’s a madhouse because of the weather, and they need everyone on duty. “All the police have been summoned into work, honey,” he explained. She clutched her cell phone and felt guilty for lying to her father. Sitting alone in the apartment she shared with her policeman father, she never imagined that a simple thunderstorm could be this bad. Where Emily lived, in the heart of New York City, the storm was at its worst. ![]() EMILY PUT HER HAND ON THE WINDOW AND felt the glass shaking from the heavy peals of thunder cracking overhead.Īll day the radio had been reporting on the unexpected violent storms raging up and down the East Coast of the United States. ![]()
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