CHAPTER 50
Kimmie blinked her eyes open.
“Can you hear me?” A kind face gazed down at her, the relief evident in his eyes.
Her lips were dry and cracking.
“Don’t try to talk,” he told her. “They’re taking you to the hospital. You’re going to be all right.”
She didn’t believe him. He was lying to her. She was dying. There was no way to recover from injuries this severe. And she’d failed to save her brother.
The stretcher she was lying on bounced as it was wheeled down her sister’s walkway. Ahead of her she saw the iron gate wide open and wondered how the ambulance had managed to get inside. The stretcher turned as they approached the vehicle, and she saw her sister’s home engulfed in flames.
“Pip!” The sound was deafening, a roar of pain and terror and trauma and disbelief. “Pip!” He
