Scorched Earth

Dante

The first thing I saw was the smoke.

Black, thick, curling up into the air like a shroud over a funeral. My fingers closed over the wheel, my jaw locking as I pumped the accelerator harder.

The fire had spread fast—too fast. This was no accident. It was a bloody message.

She flung open the door, her feet on sidewalk, her body a blur of motion as she headed directly into the fire.

"Vitto