Here's the Prologue.
How did this happen?
The flames were everywhere, surrounding them. One girl, her head rested-no, more like bashed-into the steering well in front of her, her blond hair covering her face. Another girl, next to the first, her airbag, and for that sake, neither did the first girl's, did not come out. Instead, her head flew to the side, her brown hair dangerously close to the flames. The third girl, while lying unconscious in the back, was clutching something. You could barley see it through the part of her straight brown hair, but it was a child. Somehow, The child was okay. Was it the fact that her mother protected her from the blow? Yes, that would make some amount of sense. It would certainly explain the blood on the child, since she did not have a scratch on her- look closer, and you can see blood dripping from the mother's forehead onto the child. As they youngest girl cried, people gathered around the car, some running to save them, others calling nine one one, and a few standing around, trying to understand this. All of them, in tears. You would almost forget the shoot out in the deli just a few days earlier, or, if you were a select few, that a girl was in labor. But you wouldn't. You couldn't. You didn't. But you wanted to. God did you want to.
How did this happen?