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She looked up. Ella looked down.

“Don’t be an idiot,” Ella said. Her voice was sharper than she intended. “You’ll get struck by lightning or fall and break your neck. Then who’s going to take insufferable photos of the sunrise?” ella reese river lynn

“You look tired,” Reese said, not as an insult, but as a worried diagnosis. She looked up

When the immediate terror passed, they saw the problem. The fallen tree had taken out the main breaker box. The house was dark, cold, and the only way to the road was now blocked by a tangle of oak branches. Her voice was sharper than she intended

Ella laughed. It came out wet and shaky. And then she leaned down and kissed Reese—not carefully, not the way she had rehearsed in her head for fourteen years. But the way you kiss someone after a storm. Grateful. Reckless. Home.

The silence stretched. A bird sang somewhere in the wreckage of the porch.