Some fires destroy everything-unless a fierce heart dares to challenge them. Joy stood frozen before the burning house, her heart pounding so violently she could barely draw breath. Flames clawed at the windows, smoke billowing into the sky as panic wrapped around her chest. Then she ran closer, shouting her sister's name, praying for an answer she feared might never come. She knew it without doubt: her sister and her nieces were still inside. Where was her sister's husband? How had the fire started? And why did something about the scene feel terribly wrong? One glance was enough. The structure wouldn't hold much longer. The roof groaned overhead. The walls shuddered, threatening to collapse at any moment. Time was slipping through her fingers. Joy had a choice to make, turn away and survive... or run into the flames and risk everything for the ones she loved.
TW: mention of emotional and physical abuse, alcohol addiction
