Dominick got into his car, his legs trembling so violently he could barely press the pedals.
He collapsed over the steering wheel, gasping for air for what felt like an eternity before he finally gathered the courage to start the engine and drive home.
On the way, his mind frantically spun through a thousand different scenarios.
'The charred corpse they brought out isn't Charlotte.'
'Maybe she didn't burn to death at all. Maybe she bribed the property management to lie to me so she could escape.'
'Yes. That has to be it.'
Hope was cruelest when a person was desperate enough to need it. The more Dominick thought about it, the more convinced he became.
A faint, desperate glimmer of hope ignited in his mind.
But when he pulled up to the house and saw the blackened, smoking ruins of wh
