Opening it, Lenny gestures me inside where I’m greeted by several gazes. But it is only hers I search for. Paedyn sits on a stool, clothing charred and hair blackened. Burns run down the length of her body, pink and blistered. A bloody gash sits right above her brow, making her flinch when a smile reaches the eyes beneath. I rush over to her, not caring who bears witness to my worry. “Are you all right?”
