ll memorial I had made for Ethan. I picked up his firefigh

marks. It was all a lie. The hero

he helmet into the trash can. It landed with a holl

tartling me. It

. Are you okay?" His voice wa

y own voice was flat,

utting in for a transfer. To a department in Califor

e legal right to protect you. We can get you out of here, away from all this. W

eady a crazy, desperate mess. He was offering an esc

pered. "Yes. I

aked open. It was Ethan. He was still playing t

arms, the cut on my che

God. What

ard me, but I

used. "Who was t

cold smile touching my lips. "My