Needing help
*Lena* I’m crouched next to Naja’s mother, trying to keep her calm, but my insides are churning with anxiety. “He’ll find her,” I repeat, hoping my voice sounds steadier than it feels. Each second stretches into eternity as I glance toward the house, the remnants of it looming like a monster ready to pounce. I can feel the tension thick in the air, like the silence just before a storm. Suddenly, I hear a creaking groan from above. My heart drops as I look up, the sound piercing through the chaos of the moment. The roof above the entrance to the house looks unstable, and I can see the beams shifting precariously, threatening to give in. “Zac!” I shout hoping he can hear me, panic gripping me. “Get out out of there, now.” Naja’s mother, frantic, struggles against my grip. “I need to go in
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