Some people say that home is where the heart it is.I say bullshit.My home was nothing but a pile of ashes, and my heart was in two places at once. Half of it with my parents, and the other half tucked away for someone special, for someone who was the light in all of this darkness.With a home to build, a girl to prove myself to, classes to attend, a rodeo to ride, and parents to bring home, I was going to need more than just eight seconds.It was time...