Beau stands behind me with his arms around my shoulders. We stand here just watching the fire spread until the whole roof collapses. It almost sounds like a tree falling in the forest when it takes down other trees around it. “Jesus.” I hear Jacob’s voice beside me, and when I look over, I see him clearly in the dark night with the fire lighting up the sky. “I just spoke with Blake,” he says. “He says it could take a couple of hours before the fire is out.”

“Do you want to go?” Beau asks, and all I can do is shake my head. The three of us stand here and watch as my bar burns down to the ground. Little flakes of ash float through the air like snow. I wipe the tears away with soot on my hands. The whole time, Beau holds me, his hold never loosening, and it’s a good thing because I don’t think I would be able to stand. Every time another piece of the bar collapses, he kisses the side of my head.

The dark of the night eventually turns an amber color when the sun comes up. I don’t know how long we stand here, but when I see Blake coming my way, the look of devastation and tiredness is all over his face. Smudges of black soot are on his face. “I’m so sorry, Savannah.” I can’t say anything. I just look at the pile of rumble that is left. “We tried to save it.”

“I know,” I say, my heart broken. “It’s not your fault.”

“We are going to go through it later when all the fire is out and get you a report as soon as we can,” he says with his helmet under his arm.

“What do you think it could be?” Jacob asks, and he looks down.

“It can be a whole list of things.” He tries to be as diplomatic as he can be. “Let’s not speculate.”

He turns and walks back to his team as they all look at me.

“We all know that this was intentional.” My voice comes out clear as day. “Right before you called, I got a call.” I turn in Beau’s arms, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, his arms move lower, and he holds me around my waist now. “From an unknown caller. I thought it was another crank call, but this time, he spoke. Told me I needed to be gone.”

“Who did?” Jacob asks while I shrug.

“His voice was muffled, but it was a male,” I tell them, looking back at the bar. “Guess they made sure I would get gone.”

“We should get you home,” Beau says. “Ethan is worried sick about you.”