Prologue
I didn't start the fire.
No one believes me, of course, but they have no evidence against me. But I didn't. Start. The fire. I had no motive. No weapon, so I wasn't sent to Juvie. But being the only one in the house who survived, people assume.
Let me back up.
My name is Katherine Emma Atlanta Monette. I am 14 years old. I have- had- two brothers, Logan and Evan and two sisters, Carla and Dixie, and of course, my Mom and Dad. I was the middle child. My oldest brother, Logan Rupert Samuel Monette (our parents liked long- and kinda weird- names) is my favorite.
And he's the only one who survived, other than me. When it happened, he was at Harvard in Massachusetts, instead of the family home in the farmlands of Colorado.
And, being my favorite, of course he doesn't believe me either.
He won't say it out loud, but he refused to take me in, putting me in The Home for Orphaned Children (creative name, I know) instead. He never returns my calls, and never looks me in the eyes. It tears me up.
Because again. I. Didn't. Start. The. Fire.
