The next day, Gabriel brought nothing but an old laptop.
The video was less than three minutes long.
Thick smoke filled the screen as a young woman in a first-aid vest struggled to drag an unconscious Adrian through the west corridor of the Wilton Hotel and toward safety.
She dropped to her knees beside him, checked his breathing, and treated the wound beneath his ribs. When debris suddenly came crashing down, she threw herself over him without hesitation.
Then she lifted her head, and the security camera caught her face.
Mine.
I had only recently joined the emergency department back then. I was so young.
After handing Adrian over to the evacuation team, I turned around and ran straight back into the fire.
Several minutes later, Mason appeared on camera with his phone raised.
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