The click of the detonator echoed like thunder.
I closed my eyes and waited for death.
One second passed. Two. Three.
Nothing happened.
I opened my eyes to see Sophia staring at the detonator in horror, pressing the button again and again. Click. Click. Click.
Nothing.
"What—" she started.
"The explosives were defused an hour ago," Detective Elias Grant said, stepping out of the shadows. His face was bruised but his voice was steady. "My team found them while you were all playing your little war games."
Sophia's legs gave out. She fell to her knees, the useless detonator falling from her hands. "No. No, that was supposed to end this. That was supposed to save everyone."
My father walked over to her slowly, his face filled with something I had never seen before – regret. "Sophia, b
