Chapter 387

Summit Peak was a desolate place, home only to a gang of dangerous traffickers. This meant Judy had few friends growing up. Then Clark—another kidnapped child—arrived. That time became one of the few periods in her childhood when she had peers to keep her company and truly enjoyed her days. "My house is on fire! I have to go back!" "Sapphire, you can't go back!" "You go ahead." "Sapphire!" In the burning courtyard, a man with a scar near his eye stood at the house's doorway. He tossed aside the empty can of gasoline, looked around, and then watched the spreading flames. "My mom is still inside!" "Be quiet!" The boy covered little Judy's mouth, not letting go no matter how much she cried or struggled, waiting until the scarred man left. Little Judy cried almost to the point of fainting. But the fire raged too fiercely. They hadn't even reached the bottom of the hill before the thatched hut collapsed, transforming the yard into a burning inferno and sending flames licking up t