Visions of the period party. Liam’s quick wit, mischievous grin, and dark web tutorials. Ty’s sweet hugs, our movie-character game, and easy banter. Gage’s nachos, his pledge to stay with me, his enthusiasm for my baked goods. And Wells holding it together for all of us so those moments were viable. The flick of a match. The crackling spark. A wheezing blaze devouring it all. And vomiting ashes.
