Burned Alive by the Ones I Loved
On the day my daughter, Dakota Bradshaw, gets into a car accident, I rush over to save her, only to get crippled instead.
Both my wife, Delilah Rowland, and Dakota don't mind the fact that I'm being a burden to them. Instead, they put in a lot of effort to take good care of me.
But one day, a fire breaks out at home. Yet, Delilah personally closes my room door.
Since I'm crippled, I end up falling to the floor in my state of panic. That's when I notice Dakota's shoes through the gap under the door.
"Dakota, save me!" I call for help at the top of my lungs.
But only the sounds of the crackling flames respond to me.
I have no idea how much time has passed when I catch wisps of a conversation hazily.
"Mom, the firefighters are here. What should we do?" Dakota's voice is very low.
Delilah replies calmly, "Tell the police that your father started the fire when he was cooking. We just reached the corridor at that time, so the doorknob was already warped from the fire."
Dakota simply says one word. "Okay."