Isabella’s POV
“What is going on, Isabella?” Tessa asked, fear laced in her tone as she quivered behind me.
My heart was racing—so fast it felt like it would burst—while the screams around us grew louder.
Smoke was everywhere.
“Just stay behind me, okay, Tessa,” I said as I covered my nose. The smoke was getting worse—thicker, heavier.
“We have to leave this place,” I added, taking cautious steps toward the door.
The moment I touched the doorknob, I yanked my hand back.
A burning sting shot through my palm.
“What’s wrong?” Tessa asked.
“It’s hot,” I said, panic creeping into my voice. “That means there’s fire behind this door.”
My breath caught. “What’s happening? What are we going to do?”
I pushed my hair back, my hands shaking.
“Mom. Isabella—Mom. We need to get to her,” she
