Kat cried when she saw it. Black smoke swirling up to the sky, angry flames devouring Sara’s pretty little cottage. Stealing another piece of her past. The Liberty Volunteer Fire Department had arrived with the ladder and pumper trucks; their lights bounced crazily off the surrounding homes and other vehicles. Like a life-size pinball machine. Luke braked and she jumped out of the vehicle. The heat slammed into her, the smoke stung her eyes and nasal passages. She ran toward the house; Luke grabbed her around her waist, dragging her back. She fought him. “Let me go!” “There’s nothing you can do!” “No.” She struggled. “I have to try!” “To what?” He forced her to meet his eyes. “Save things you’ve lived without for ten years? Clothing that can be replaced?” He moved his hands to her shoulders. “Let the firefighters do their job, Kat.
