The Night of the Hurricane
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At eleven o'clock on a hurricane night, the new intern posted in the company Slack channel asking for help.
Her apartment was flooding, she said. Could my brother drive over and take her to a hotel?
In my last life, I felt sorry for her, and I let him go.
The next morning, Brielle Hart held up a torn lace slip
and sobbed that my brother had assaulted her.
He was eighteen, a college freshman, and nobody believed a word he said. The university suspended him.
Somebody spray-painted RAPIST across our garage door in red.
Brielle used the outrage to squeeze my family for a ten-million-dollar settlement. She got hired on full-time, too. She got my job.
She made a point of coming by to rub it in.
"Sloane, I really owe you. None of this would've happened if you hadn't sent Wyatt to pick me up that night."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night the hurricane made landfall.
Brielle's message had just popped up in the channel.
My apartment is flooding. The rain is so bad I can't get a single car to come.
Sloane, is there any way your brother could help me out and drive me to a hotel?
My brother was already reaching for his keys. I put my hand over his
and typed:
My brother's staying put. I'll call 911 for you right now. Houston Fire has high-water rescue teams for exactly this.
Her apartment was flooding, she said. Could my brother drive over and take her to a hotel?
In my last life, I felt sorry for her, and I let him go.
The next morning, Brielle Hart held up a torn lace slip
and sobbed that my brother had assaulted her.
He was eighteen, a college freshman, and nobody believed a word he said. The university suspended him.
Somebody spray-painted RAPIST across our garage door in red.
Brielle used the outrage to squeeze my family for a ten-million-dollar settlement. She got hired on full-time, too. She got my job.
She made a point of coming by to rub it in.
"Sloane, I really owe you. None of this would've happened if you hadn't sent Wyatt to pick me up that night."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night the hurricane made landfall.
Brielle's message had just popped up in the channel.
My apartment is flooding. The rain is so bad I can't get a single car to come.
Sloane, is there any way your brother could help me out and drive me to a hotel?
My brother was already reaching for his keys. I put my hand over his
and typed:
My brother's staying put. I'll call 911 for you right now. Houston Fire has high-water rescue teams for exactly this.

















































