All around her, wherever she goes, they turn.
They turn, they burn, they die.
Dany learned about pain her final night at Darling-Holmes.
She learned that fire can invent a new category of pain. A pain so sharp, so searing, so bone-deep, the mind is razed clean. Alarms, rattling her brain. Smoke-filled halls, blinding her. The heat and the fire and the fear and the smell of burning hair and flesh. And then Dany isn’t Dany. She is her arms, burning. The dead weight she carries. Searing white flame and a mind, brutally wiped clean.
A firefighter found the two of them where she collapsed. There, just past the exit, next to the concrete foundation of the building.
Dany’s eyes were open – unlike Zeke"s – and a man, a firefighter, tried to scoop up the little boy. He tried to take the l
