CrosswindsChapter 8
Diana struggled to contain the sick feeling in her chest as she approached the smoldering house. She scanned the perimeter. Dark old trees twisted in the horizon, the closest neighbors were a kilometer away. Their blackened windows suggested that no concerned citizens would intervene. She covered her face during the approach. Black smoke gushed from underneath the door, and the intense warmth scorched what little hair protected Diana’s shins. She swallowed the last bit of self-preservation...