For a second, the world stops. No sirens. No wind. Just two Hannahs, separated by fifty yards of firelight.
Then she sees the figure standing at the top of the church steps.
Right frame: Firestarter Hannah laughs — a hollow, sad sound. "You can't shoot yourself, Hannah. Not without dying twice."
She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by falling ash, and for the first time in five years, she doesn't fight it.
The fire groans. A beam collapses behind her. She doesn't flinch. 12:03 AM. Hannah's truck.
She lets the heat touch her face.
Inside, the fire is beautiful. It knows her name.
For a second, the world stops. No sirens. No wind. Just two Hannahs, separated by fifty yards of firelight.
Then she sees the figure standing at the top of the church steps.
Right frame: Firestarter Hannah laughs — a hollow, sad sound. "You can't shoot yourself, Hannah. Not without dying twice."
She kneels in the center aisle, surrounded by falling ash, and for the first time in five years, she doesn't fight it.
The fire groans. A beam collapses behind her. She doesn't flinch. 12:03 AM. Hannah's truck.
She lets the heat touch her face.
Inside, the fire is beautiful. It knows her name.