AT FOUR-TWENTY, JANDY, Tony, Bella and Nathan were standing in the driveway of what once was a warm and inviting two-story Victorian-style house on a manicured half-acre lot just north of Denton, Texas.
No one spoke as they stared at the burned-out shell before them. The lovingly restored exterior was burnt to a crisp, and the entire second floor over the wraparound porch had collapsed downward.
On the side that was still standing as two separate floors, almost no roof covering was left at all. The few remnants were badly damaged, first from flame, then from water as the fire department had tried their best to save the structure.
From what Nathan could tell, not a single window in the place had been spared; each one had large shards of glass hanging in disjointed pieces in twisted frame
