Chapter 8Eliza could see the black, twisted pieces of wood sticking out like broken fingers at least two miles away. She kept her eyes locked on what remained of her home as they closed the distance, struggling to overcome the unexpected pain in her chest. Jake had built that house for her, to make her happy, a place in which they could raise a family. Their dreams were cut short, and maybe that was for the best, but she didn’t know if she had the courage to face down those destroyed dreams, especially since she had nothing to support her, nothing to fall back on.
When they were within a half mile, Eliza asked if they would be stopping.
“Hadn’t planned on it.”
She didn’t panic. “I’d like to check and see if anything survived the fire.”
“Don’t have time.”
“I know where your brother is.
