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Sara
My heart is pounding and the quiche is like a rock in my stomach by the time we get downstairs. Peter and my dad are in the living room, staring at the TV screen—which is showing a sizable building up in flames.
The same building where Ryson had interrogated me so many times.
Mom covers her mouth, her face starkly pale as we watch helicopters circle the burning building. Below, firefighters and paramedics are frantically working to rescue survivors and load the injured onto stretchers.
It looks like a scene out of a movie, except it’s happening right now, less than an hour’s drive away.
“While the authorities haven’t made any official statements, early indications suggest that a sophisticated, powerful explosive went off inside the building,” the female newscaster says in a g
