Leva dropped inside the house as flames began to billow out of the walls. The hallway was full of smoke, the air thick and gray. In the corner of the destroyed kitchen, Anna was crying, curled into a fetal ball. Jordan fell onto his back in the middle of the kitchen, blood spilling out over and draining through the bullet holes in the splintered wooden floor.
Carol entered and, seeing the extent of Jordan’s injuries, screamed. A horrible, ghastly sound, she howled in utter panic. She lunged at her husband, hysterical and knocked Leva aside as she clutched to him. She screamed his name and tried to pull him close.