Naomi’s POV
“What happened here?” I asked, rushing forward, my voice shaking as I stepped over the broken glass and smoke-filled air.
The building was almost gone. Fire trucks and sirens filled the night. People ran around shouting. My heart beat so fast I could hardly breathe.
“Naomi!” Ethan yelled, his face covered in dirt and ash. “Where have you been?”
“I got here as soon as I could!” I shouted back. “What happened? Is everyone okay?”
“They pulled Delilah out,” he said, pointing to where a medic team worked on her. “She’s alive, but unconscious.”
I gasped, covering my mouth. “What about Sophia?”
Ethan looked away. “She’s gone.”
“Gone?” I whispered.
“Nobody. No blood. Nothing,” he said. “Just this.”
He handed me Sophia’s phone. It was scratched and cracked, but still working.
