Meredith had never seen a crowd stampede before. There couldn’t have been more than a couple hundred passengers on board, but every single one of them was clamoring to escape the smoke pouring from the back of the cabin. Shouts of fire and smoke and help mingled with pleas for divine intervention and screams of sheer terror. Every so often, someone cried out in pain as men and women trampled each other in a vain attempt to outrun the smoke and flames.
firesmokehelpThe problem was clear. There was nowhere to run. And yet Meredith was one with the crowd, throwing off her seat belt, trying to race forward, forward, forward, away from the black smoke.
“West!” she recognized the panicked sound of a mother screaming. Justine?
“West! Has anyone seen my baby?”
Oh, no.
Where was he? Where was
