Dante

I opened the shed door and my body still felt hot from being close to Elena. I had wanted more time with her, but now I had to deal with this problem outside. My mind shifted quickly to what was waiting. The first thing I saw was the old man right in the middle of a group of workers.

He held a big can of fuel in one hand and poured the liquid over his head with the other. The fuel ran down his thin shirt and old pants, soaking into the dirt at his feet. He looked very weak and sick, ...