“What the hell was that?” Jocelyn asked. Subconsciously, her hand clasped around her neck, trying and failing to ease the sudden tightness in her throat. It felt as though her heart was beating right in her trachea and preventing air from getting to her lungs.
She watched as Gabriel rushed to the window and looked outside. Even without checking, Jocelyn knew it was a fire. She could see the red and orange glow of it through the window.
“The milking parlor is on fire,” Gabriel told her before he turned back to the bed and quickly reached for Gavin.
The sound of the explosion had been loud enough to jolt the boys from sleep, but they were still groggy enough that they weren’t asking questions and were barely moving their heads and limbs.
“Grab Liam, Jocelyn. We need to move!”
Jocelyn st
