"I mean she blocked the doors and windows with mountain ash and lit our house on fire," Derek said, tightly. The pain in his expression was raw, because he never talked about it. Not even with Laura. "And that before that night, every night, she'd told me how my family was like her's now. She'd played with my brothers and sisters, with my cousins. She...." he swallowed, struggling to keep his voice steady. "She'd told me how much she loved me."