“Of course it’s arson. The bastard burned her alive! It’s a murder-suicide.” Her hand. “He tried to take the kids out with him.” Why the fuck could I not get the image of her hand dangling out of that body bag out of my head? “The doctor is on the way again. He’ll look after them both.” That’s your mother, asshole. She’s cold on a slab now. Because you couldn’t stay.