Emmalee
My heart leaps into my throat as I turn, my eyes locking onto the sight before me.
The main house—my house—is engulfed in flames. The once-sturdy walls now tremble under the force of the fire, their timbers groaning like they’re screaming for mercy. The orange glow is almost blinding, the heat unbearable even from where I stand.
People are shouting, and running, their faces twisted in panic. Some of these people are employees. Others are the guards who are always planted outside. But I can't focus on them; I can't even process the chaos around me. My eyes are locked on the house, and all I can think about is my family—they’re inside.
I move before I think, my feet carrying me forward, but my legs feel like they’re filled with cement. Every step is agony as I try to push throu
