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“So you burn with what you loved.” When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den. This time, I pressed wet moss to my muzzle and dialed the public emergency channel. Let him choose her again. But in front of everyone. The roof beam fell at minute three. Wood cracked across my shoulder—bone snapped, I screamed, smoke swallowed the sound. Another beam caught my thighs. Blood pooled fast, soaking the nest I’d built for her. My daughter—still safe in my womb, five months along—kicked once, weak, then went still.

In my family’s empty old house, I placed her urn beside our parents'. Left without a single attachment, I set the house on fire. The next morning, Ken's phone rang. "Mr. Ken Bowen? I'm calling from the hospital. Your wife set her house on fire last night. Please drop by as soon as possible."

"Salvatore! Where are you going?" "Back home!" he snapped, his gaze piercing. He couldn't understand why I hadn't escaped after setting the fire. For a fleeting second, he wondered if I had meant to end my life. The memory of my tear-filled eyes sent a sharp pain through his chest. He refused to believe I had meant to die. After all, I loved him too much to ever leave him behind. The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night.

"This one's new. I wrote it yesterday. It's called 'The Flame.'" I played the opening chords. This song was different. Fierce. About survival and strength and refusing to be extinguished. *They thought they owned me* *Thought they'd bought my soul* *But you can't purchase fire* *Can't auction off the coal* *They thought they broke me* *Crushed my spirit down* *But ashes birth new phoenixes* *And queens don't need a crown* The lyrics were about Darren without naming him. About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy.

“No.” “But I’ll burn pretty.”

My dress slid dangerously high as he rolled his hips into mine, the friction sending fire licking through my veins. My fingers curled into his shoulders, barely holding on as he spun me, dipped me, and pulled me back with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. Oh my God. I was drowning. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew people were watching. I knew the room still existed. But it felt unreal now. The only thing that felt real was him. Then, the chorus hit. "I'd let the world burn Let the world burn for you This is how it always had to end

“You deserve someone whole, not this who I've become.” “You are complete, Jacob,” She stated gently, her hands coming down to caress my chest. “You may be disappointed and ashamed, and feel like you don't deserve good things in your life for what you had to go through, but missing a leg doesn't make you incomplete. You have all the pieces here, cowboy.” She placed a hand on my left pectoral. “And once you manage to position each of these pieces in the correct place, you will see the incredible person that lives under so much resentment and self-hatred. Jacob, I believe in you. Your employees believe in you. Hell, every single animal you've saved believes and trusts you. But none of that will

Your sins will find you out, and I will be there to watch you burn. ***