One day, after Elijah’s twenty-fourth birthday had come and gone, Charles was sitting in his office at the facility when he received an urgent text from Violet.
He read it aloud. “Come home quick… the house is on fire!” His eyes widened. “What the hell happened?” Panic pumped through his veins as he rushed out of the door.
Charles jumped into his older-model sedan and sped off, not bothering to put on his seatbelt. His cell phone chimed once more, and he picked it up to read the text message. “I can’t find the kids! Hurry!” He mouthed the words and floored the gas pedal, tossing his phone into the passenger seat.
“What the f**k happened?” He screamed as he pulled up to the blazing inferno. Charles scrambled from the vehicle and darted into the burning building, throwing up his shield
