I just went.”

Chapter 11 — I Turned My Back to the Flames

She kicked in a low side window, she told me, because the front was already gone.

The smoke inside was so thick she had to go down onto her belly and crawl across the floorboards, feeling her way, calling the child’s name.

“I found her against the wall of the back bedroom,” Edith said.

“Huddled down as small as she could make herself, the way they do.