Chapter Thirty Two
First Person’s Perspective
Serena
At first, no one moved. We all just stood there, staring at the fire. Our house was gone. Everything we had inside was now dust and ashes.
I didn’t even hear the cars at first. The loud engine sounds came so fast, followed by the screech of tires. Black cars, three of them. They pulled up in front of what used to be our home.
Then the men stepped out.
They wore all black,black boots, black shirts, black gloves. Their faces were covered with dark masks. Each one carried a gun, long and heavy. They pointed them at Jeremy and me.
“Hands in the air! Now!” one of them shouted.
My hands shot up right away. My heart was racing. My eyes burned from the smoke. I could barely breathe. My chest was tight, and my legs felt weak. I didn’t kn
