UNTITLED (c) 2009
My first fire was an accident--a fluke. A few random events that led me to torching the prom dress Danni Milton had made us all coo over for half the night. It went up like parchment when I knocked a candle over on top of where it lay spread out across her bed, and I spent the rest of the evening worried someone would figure out I was to blame. They didn't. They thought it had been an accident too.
My second fire? Now that one I planned.