Diana’s POV
Mrs. Gilroy arrived first, armed with a broom and bucket as if prepared for battle. Mrs. Santos followed minutes later, carrying clean rags and a basket of cleaning supplies. Within an hour, three more neighbors had joined them.
"You healed my Thomas last winter," Mrs. Gilroy said simply when I tried to thank her. "We take care of our own."
I stood in stunned silence as my neighbors worked around me, sweeping away ash, scrubbing soot from walls, salvaging what could be saved from the wreckage. The fire had been contained to the living room and part of the kitchen, leaving the bedrooms mercifully untouched.
"Where's Damian?" Mrs. Santos asked as she wrung out a blackened rag.
"Resting in his room," I replied, finally shaking off my daze and grabbing a broom. "I healed his l
