“No! Please don’t burn that!” I screamed while my father threw my grandmother’s handmade quilt into a flaming barrel behind our house.

last thing I own from my grandmother. The woman who told me I was meant for something bigger than this prison.

Gerald sneers while the fire reflects in his eyes.

“Take it as a lesson, Bethany.”

Then he tosses the quilt straight into the flames.

I collapse to my knees, choking on smoke and sobs while the fabric catches fire almost instantly. Something inside continue reading …