It had been four months since their mother had passed away. People always said that time would heal the pain but in the last four months, the pain had only grown stronger. The memory of Saylor’s mother was etched deep inside, vivid and bright. Closing her eyes only made the memories sway stronger. Sleep was something that Saylor no longer found came easy. Most nights were spent on the front porch, the warm cement cradling her skin as she cried quietly, her older sister sleeping soundly inside the house, unaware of the agony Saylor was fighting with.

“You might want to get out of the city tonight,” the woman said, her fingers rifling through her wallet for some cash. Taken aback Aaron replied quietly, “Why?” She turned to look him straight in the eye and said, “I’m planning to burn it to the ground.”