“Where are you going Dawn?” Ezekiel asks from beside me, surely able to keep up. The grass tickling my ankles as I walk across it.
“I don’t know,” I respond, because I really don’t in all my mind have an idea, all I know is I need to go. After a few miles, I see a small brown house in the distance, I can tell it’s a house because it has smoke coming out of the chimney. We keep getting closer until it is right in front of me. I realize it’s not just the chimney that’s smoking. It’s the entire house, it’s on fire and there are people inside.
It’s like my eyes zoom in, but more than that, they go through the walls, the smoke and the flames, over the burnt furniture and to the people inside. Every room they’re in, I already see before I decide.
“We shouldn't...” Ezekiel says as I race insid
