Hannah grabs her jacket. In the rearview mirror, her eyes reflect the glow of a distant horizon that isn't dawn. Same time. Abandoned St. Mary's Church.
"That was protecting people."
Her phone buzzes. Dispatch: New fire. Old St. Mary's Church. Ten minutes ago.
Right frame: Firestarter Hannah laughs — a hollow, sad sound. "You can't shoot yourself, Hannah. Not without dying twice."
For a second, the world stops. No sirens. No wind. Just two Hannahs, separated by fifty yards of firelight.
Hannah grabs her jacket. In the rearview mirror, her eyes reflect the glow of a distant horizon that isn't dawn. Same time. Abandoned St. Mary's Church.
"That was protecting people."
Her phone buzzes. Dispatch: New fire. Old St. Mary's Church. Ten minutes ago.
Right frame: Firestarter Hannah laughs — a hollow, sad sound. "You can't shoot yourself, Hannah. Not without dying twice."
For a second, the world stops. No sirens. No wind. Just two Hannahs, separated by fifty yards of firelight.