The building on fire. Flames spouting and roaring out of busted windows. Shards of glass sprayed all over the street. A giant hole gaping like a wounded toothless mouth in the side of the building. The side on which Luke's office was located. Oh Jesus. Luke. ...
She could feel his dwindling hope and feel his pain like an aching hole in her own heart. She reached out and grasped Luke's hand firmly between her own. She stared down at the tip of the IV which protruded from his skin. She wanted to say something, anything that would ma...