Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 442

Allison never bothered to memorize phone numbers. Everyone important—family, friends—they were all just a tap away in her contacts. Usually, if she needed to call someone, she’d scroll and hit dial. Easy.

She never imagined she’d get stuck like this.

Her phone was dead, Brooklyn’s had run out of battery, and Allison had no idea what anyone’s number was. Even if she borrowed Willow’s phone, she wouldn’t know who to call.

Willow looked miserable. “If I’d known there’d be a flood, I never would’ve asked you to come. My husband and I could have picked you up from Oak Lake.”

Allison shook her head. “Don’t say that. If you both went to Oak Lake, who’d take care of your son?”

Willow’s little boy was only two, and he needed someone watching him all the time. Her in-laws had passed away, and her own mom was too frail to help. That’s why Willow had asked Allison to come in the first place.

Allison tried to reassure her. “Seriously, don’t blame yourself. This isn’t on you. No one could’ve seen this coming. The rescue team should be here soon, anyway. I already called my dad earlier to let him know I’m okay.”

The day Allison arrived, the sun had been shining and the forecast promised more of the same. But on the day she was supposed to leave, it started pouring—like, end-of-the-world rain. No one could’ve predicted it would last so long, let alone cause a flood.

With no power, Willow started making dinner early, around five.

The rain had finally stopped. The water inside had gone down a little. Last night, it was up to their calves. Now, it just covered their ankles.

Willow found her spare pair of rain boots and handed them to Allison. “I’m so sorry, I only have two pairs of women’s rain boots. That’s it.” She glanced at Brooklyn, looking guilty.

Brooklyn was wading barefoot, her face unreadable. “It’s fine.”

Allison worried Brooklyn would catch a cold. “Brooklyn, why don’t you go upstairs and rest? I’ll bring you dinner when it’s ready. Don’t walk around in the water. You’ll get sick.”

Brooklyn just shrugged. “This is nothing. Back during training, I had to run five kilometers barefoot in the snow.”

Willow stared at her. “What kind of training is that?”

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