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Ivan’s phone rang while he tried to get bits of Alice’s puke off his bare feet.
Alice sat and watched him from her perch next to Petr. Petr had stopped crying but still stared into nothing. He had a strange, unnerving haze to his grey eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was looking at. Did he see Angela in some bloody guise? Or did he see his brother in an endless repeat of his death? Did he see the flames lapping at his brother’s ankles and consuming him?
The thought of watching someone burn to death made her want to vomit all over again.
She’d read somewhere it was one of the most painful ways to die. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch someone she loved burn. The thought of her father engulfed in flames in front of her and being powerless to help him made h
