Her face was burning hot, and her clothes were drenched in sweat.


    The air was thick with acrid smoke from the fire. She didn’t know what to do.


    The fire engines were approaching, sirens announcing their presence minutes before they arrived.


    A man entered the vi through a broken window to search for people trapped inside. He waded


    through the ze and saw ir standing there in a daze. He grabbed her wrist, dragging her to the


    entrance.


    “Mom! Dad!” The man opened the door and dragged ir out of the vi.


    She identally raised her head. To her surprise, she saw a familiar face.


    It was none other than Wesley.


    Wesley came to her rescue and pulled her away from the sea of mes.


    ir had inhaled a lot of smoke, and could barely breathe. Every breath was punctuated by a fit of


    coughing. She managed to gasp, “My mom…and dad are in there. Save them…please…”


    The fire was uncontroble. Even after ir was out of the vi, a second explosion rocked the


    complex.


    The firefighters wanted to rush in to save them, but it was simply too dangerous.


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    Firemen, policemen, EMTs, and their vehicles sshing colored Light over the crowd. The vi was


    surrounded by people.


    The fire was finally put out after an hour. The vi had been burnt to a ckened husk. Anyone that


    was still in there was merely char and ashes.


    Adalson Jenkins, who was in a green uniform, squatted down before


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    ir. Eyes full of sorrow, he said softly, “ir,e with me.”


    Standing beside Adalson was a man in a camo suit-Wesley.


    Confusion was written all over ir’s face.


    “Uncle, why did they abandon me?”


    The question brought a lump to his throat. That was his sister and brother-inw, and he couldn’t save


    them. He stroked her hair as ifforting a child.


    “They didn’t abandon you. You’re still their daughter, no matter what.”


    “Uncle, I was in the vi too, but I didn’t die.” ir clenched her fists tightly, her face as pale as a sheet.


    “I couldn’t save them. Am I a murderer?”


    She watched as her parents died. She was so guilty that she thought she was responsible for their


    deaths.


    Adalson felt rather sorry for her.


    “No! That’s not it. You’re still a sweet kid. You had nothing to do with this,” he coaxed her.