Anne’s POV
I coughed weakly as the smoke clouded the room, filling my lungs. The fire kept getting closer, and I would crawl deeper into the room to prevent it from coming closer to me.
The storeroom was not particularly large, so I knew it would only be a matter of time when I would not have more room to crawl back and the fire would finally consume me
Right there by the side, my phone rang again. Peeping from where I was crouched, I could see it was Vivian, but the phone was nearer to the fire. If I got closer, I was going to get burnt.
Even while I watched the phone, the fire caught up with it and it was consumed. It stopped ringing instantly.
I crawled and crawled, trying to escape from the fire, but stopped when I got to my dead end. Then I started crying. Why didn’t I tell Luc
