“Cradling His Brother as Flames Consumed Everything Else.”

The fire broke out suddenly at a home in North Virginia.

Flames spread fast, filling the rooms with smoke thicker than fear.
Time became something no one had enough of.

Inside the house were siblings.
Eight-year-old Logan.
Six-year-old William Brice.
And three-year-old Zachariah.

Their grandparents were there too.
So was routine.
So was trust.

When the fire erupted, chaos followed.

Adults reacted, doors opened, voices shouted.
Some escaped.

Logan made it out.
Their grandparents made it out.

The night air met them like a shock.