Through The Ash

I, Rain Ashford, came out of the fire empty - hollowed.

My skin blistered, memory scorched clean. Nothing left but the smell of smoke in my hair and the weight of questions no one wants to answer.

They tell me I had an apartment. A life. People who mattered. But when I look at them, it's like staring at strangers through glass-close enough to touch, too far to feel.

All I know is the fire wasn't just flames. It was something else-someone else. And if I don't figure out how it started, I'll never know if I was the one who burned it all down... or if someone was trying to burn me out.

Everything I was is ash.
Now I have to decide what the hell rises from it.