ENID’S POV.
THREE DAYS AGO!
I stand, staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise office, gazing out at the disaster in front of me. The power plant exploded to tiny bits and razed every office within a few miles radius. I feel terribly bad for the victims and their families.
Darius Lark appears with a conflicting look on his face, clearly in shock of the sight displayed in front of him.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Lark?” I ask, clearly curious about his presence here.
“This is my town also, Enid. And explosions like this are hard to miss” he says “Any news as to what might have caused the explosion?” He asks.
"Nothing yet. The investigation is still ongoing, but it's clear it was no accident." I say, with a deep sense of conviction.
Darius's expression turned grim. "
