Chapter Twenty-Three
The blaze should have illuminated the way. Instead, everything looked darker.
I found Aisha halfway down the stairwell. Apparently, she had decided to come back for me.
By the time we made it to the ground floor and joined the other girls who were hiding behind an old concession stand looking lost, the heat of the fire pressed down from over our heads. I looked up. Smoke wafted through the cracks in the old ceiling. More than that, it looked to be buckling.
“Hurry!”
I led the girls forward, running the length of the lobby.
“Let’s go. Out there!” I yelled, as we finally reached the door I had come in through.
The girls started moving through, pushing into bright daylight, but the fire and my explosive makeover had shaken too much of the old structure loose. The c
