BREATHING heavily, Jane watched everything her parents work hard for years turned into embers before her very eyes.
The heat coming from the burning cinders reflected on her face. She can feel it on her skin. She smelled the strong scent of wood turning into charcoals.
She sobbed when she heard an explosion. It must be the LPG tank from the kitchen. It was followed by two more others.
Hours before, she was tucked safely in between the arms of her mate. She was very comfortable until she woke up feeling cold.
When she opened her eyes, Monette was standing beside the bed. She was speaking with someone on the phone. The woman was whispering. Jane was unable to comprehend but she knew that it was an emergency.
No one would disturb anyone in the wee hour of the morning unless it was an u
