No one was stupid enough to sacrifice themselves to save a stranger.
Calvin was different.
He was desperate to rescue his lover and illegitimate son.
He said, "Wendy, if I go in there any later, they could die."
I refused to let him go, saying, "If anything happens to you, how will our child and I survive?"
I touched my belly and burst into tears.
The neighbors also cautioned him against taking risks with the fire.
I knew Calvin was on the verge of a rage.
As long as Olive and her son didn't come out, he would not give up on saving them.
I would let him in later. The longer I delay, the more likely the two would be burned to death.
I wanted them to experience the feeling of being burned to death.
Even if they didn't die, they must suffer pain.
Calvin was furious and slapped me.
A male neighbor defended me and asked, "Your wife worries about you. Why are you hitting her?"
The neighbors were shocked, their eyes filled with disapproval.
Calvin shouted, "What the hell is it to you? You are so protective of my wife, are you having an affair with her?"
He began to speak out of turn.