When he finally got there, all he could do was stand and watch the blazing house, his heart cold inside, his gut empty. Skin burning from the heat. Tamara had stood there with him, holding his hand. And after the firefighters finally gave up on trying to beat the inferno, the torchers returned in their masks. Tamara took him, ran with him back to the caravan. And Jonathon had lived with them until he was old enough to enlist in the UCAS military.