HARVEST OF ASH

Jaycen’s parents always told him that progress came at a cost. He just never thought the cost would be their lives.

The fire in the main house cast long, twisting shadows across the greenhouse as the masked men dragged him forward. The air reeked of burning plastic, blood, and gasoline. His mother’s screams had stopped. His father’s body lay somewhere in the inferno, their life's work crumbling with them.