He could hear her screams, her sobs. He didn’t want to see, but he could, and did. He could fear her pain, her desperation as the paramedics pulled her away from one of the struggling children.
Clark listened and watched, there with them. He could almost smell the gasoline, the blood—he could taste the fear. He watched desperately, as if by just watching he might be able to help—even the slightest bit.
He heard the smallest child take his last breath. He heard the small heart beat its last beat. He saw the broken body go limp.
This moved me to tears--beyond words, in fact. I have three boys, and this is my worst nightmare. Forgive me if I'm unable to leave better feedback right now, but know that this chapter was beautifully written.
