24I woke up at six in the morning to Mom yelling my name.
“Olivia, come here right this instant!” Her screaming voice came from the kitchen door.
Skye was still asleep and didn’t budge. I ran into the kitchen.
Mom practically pushed me down the cement stairs. “Get your ass outside and see what you’ve done.”
Grandpa and Grandma Z stood outside, looking like statues, just staring in confused amazement at the still smoldering ruins of their barn.
It was completely gone, with just a burnt, half-melted tractor left standing. White smoke drifted up from the ashes where the barn I’d known since childhood used to be.
“Oh, Jesus, I’m so sorry,” I said, immediately realizing I’d used the wrong word. My heart beat like it was the devil, not Jesus, knocking at its door.
“What the hell happened,
