At about three o’clock in the morning, I receive a text from Dom.
I found a solution to your problem. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll take care of Bray for you.
I don’t know what it means. I don’t know whether he means Joey, Oliver, or the farm itself. I don’t know much of anything, except that I’m scared, and that I should take his threat very seriously.
I shoot out of bed, race to my car, and floor it to Bray.
When I get there, the barn is on fire.
For about three seconds, I sit in my car, frozen, absolutely terrified. Absolutely terrified that Dom is capable of this. Absolutely terrified that his threats weren’t empty. Absolutely terrified that Bray is on fire.
After those three seconds, I jump out of my car and race for the barn, dialing 911 as I run. I report the fire, beg them to hurry
