The Daughter You Left in the Flames

Summary

The day of the fire, they carried Lila, who only had a few superficial scrapes, down the stairs. They left me for dead, pinned beneath a burning rafter in the collapsing ruin.

It was a miracle the firemen dug me out. I woke up three days later in the ICU.

The day I was discharged, I had nowhere to go but back home.

The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my parents, Robert and Penelope Winters, and my sister, Delilah, gathered around a lavish, buttercream cake—a “Survival Celebration.”