Chapter Eight
Sara didn’t know what was happening when Mitch suddenly dove toward her. Before they hit the floor, the world seemed to explode around them. A bright orange light flared and everything was hot. Fire. Someone had set fire to her house.
He dragged her to her feet, pulling her behind him. She stumbled but managed to keep up. He didn’t go to the back door as she expected, but to the bathroom. He shut the door and shook her. “Are you okay?”
She was bruised and shaken and scared out of her mind, but she could move. “Yes.” It was then she noticed the gun in his hand. She had no idea where it had come from but was glad they weren’t totally defenseless.
He took every towel out of her cabinet, dumped them in the tub, and turned on the water.
Flames danced outside the bathroom wind
