Code is everywhere. When Carterson arrived at his home that winter evening, He noticed the snowflakes swirling about his head and prided himself in beating the storm.
As he walked up the door, his wife approached him and made a gesture of distress. She threw up her arms and enveloped him. A snowflake caught her eyelash. Carterson brushed it away.
“What? What is it?” He asked with a mixture of wonder and worry rising up in his throat.
“We’re cleaned out!” Sameera Carterson said.
She kept it together even while raising her voice. There was something to her own courage.
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