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The next morning he stood in his running shorts and tank top at the kitchen counter, drinking an OJ, taking his multivitamin, and getting ready for his morning run.

“Now for your tropical update,” the meteorologist on the countertop TV, which he had switched on, was saying. “Strengthening overnight into Tropical Storm Deirdre, the system has moved north up Florida’s East Coast. It has not moved on shore. It is expected to strengthen as it travels over the open waters of the Atlantic. We’re hoping that high pressure over the northeast will keep Deirdre from making landfall. This storm carries a lot of moisture, though, dumping over nine inches of rain on the Miami area in the last twenty-four hours. Orlando has received—”

Jesse switched off the TV. He didn’t want to hear any more. He looked at Shelby. She was sitting, waiting patiently for the next set of directions.

“Come on, let’s run.”