The sound of the shot still echoed in Isabella's ears long after it had stopped. Her heart pounded in her chest to the extent that it felt like it would burst out.
“Ethan!” she yelled, her voice cracking as she ran forward. The air smelt of burnt gunpowder and fear.
But Ethan was gone.
Alexander grasped her hand, looking frantically around the school gate. “He's not here! He was just here!” he shouted, his voice breaking with panic.
Roosevelt was already on his phone, barking orders to the security team. "Lock down every exit. I want CCTV from the last ten minutes!
Moments later, Daniel arrived with his men. “No one leaves this area,” he said. “We’ll find the boy.”
But Isabella was hardly listening. She buckled at the knees, dropping herself on the ground and clutching Ethan's small
