Mama,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”
I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and pulled him into me, holding him tight enough to feel his heartbeat.
“No,” I said hoarsely. “No, baby. You saved us.”
He didn’t answer. He just clung to me, shaking.
Across the street, the fire chief barked orders. Hoses unfurled with a slap against pavement. Water hit the flames with a continue reading …
