He remembers the heat. Oh sure, he remembers the flames and the way he could smell his hair, singed, and the pain across his back and shoulder. He remembers those just fine. But he remembers the heat first. The brightness of the fire that had made it difficult to see after the close-up exposure ( Read more... )

Loading up the luggage had been a quiet affair. Ren had packed up her things before the funeral, which meant Lorenzo had loaded things up as Ren made her goodbyes to the family. But even now, in the car, things were silent ( Read more... )

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