The man and his stepson try their damnedest to live, but the fire has been set deliberately. The fluid tongues of heat lap across all of their possible exits, digesting their air and possessions.
Drew stands in the yard waiting for the police, wondering, should he have done it this way. These people would have screamed the same at gunpoint or in the river, direly, as if they were going to miss something special.
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