Putting my three-month-old son, Charlie, down for a nap, my phone buzzed.
Evacuation warning, the message read.
Looking outside, the sky was grey and light rain drizzled. A category four storm was expected, but it didn’t look too bad right now.
My husband Chad, 39, and I had evacuated five years earlier, back in 2017, when another huge storm had hit. Thankfully our house had been unscathed.
This time, the eye of the storm was predicted to hit two hours north of our place, so we decided to
