screamed, tearing me

phantom ache where Caleb had broken my arm, the ghost of his hands around my throat. I r

e baby kicked, a small, reassuring thump from wi

t was a hot, dry wind, the kind that turned a spark into an inferno in minutes.

egend. I used my knowledge to save this town. I drew up a plan, a risky b

caught in the backburn

friend, more than he ever loved me. Grief made him a monster. Weeks after our daughter

irens were the starting

ightstand. The screen li

in my chest. In the last life, I answered. I

t it ring until

ot save the town. I would not get Chloe killed. I wou

uld be Helen, Caleb' s mother. She would be looking fo

losed my eyes, the sirens a soundtrack

be the hero. And I wo