When We Go (Part 2)
Massa Godbold
Ronia ran to the wreckage. The car was still burning, so she couldn't get very close, but it didn't matter. Her grief weighed down on her, forcing her to drop part of the way. "Jay! Jayce!" she yelled, "Jay! Jayce!" Not hearing an answer, she cried, her head in her hands. Maybe they're still alive, she thought, but it was weak, barely supported by hope. On hands and knees, she crawled as close to the wreck as she dared, still calling for her children. A black Honda civic screeched around the corner, pulling into the driveway. Without waiting to come to a complete stop, the driver flung himself out of the car. "Ronia!" he screamed, eyes landing on his wife crouched beside the flaming car. He assumed the worst. Hearing her name, Ronia turned, stood, and ran to her husband. They met in the middle, both crying . . . but for two different reasons. "You're alive, I . . . I thought . . ." Aaron pulled back, eyes roaming over his wife’s face, reassuring himself that she was all there. "Jayce . . . Jay . . ." was all she could whisper in response, tears streaming down her face. Aaron stood stock still, understanding dawning in his eyes. "They . . ." Ronia nodded, sobbing. "I'll kill 'em," Aaron decided, a fierce finality in his voice. 44
