ANNABEL’S POV
Thomas shielded me from falling debris, and I gripped his arm while lying on the firm floor. It hit me: the rubble had trapped us inside the building.
Frantically checking my condition, Thomas asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and relief.
Gasping for breath, I managed to reply, "Yeah, I think so. Just a bit shaken up." My voice quivered, echoing the uncertainty that hung in the air.
Thomas surveyed our surroundings, his brow furrowed in thought. "We need to find another way out. Can you stand?" he asked, extending a supportive hand.
With his help, I got back on my feet, wincing at the throbbing pain in my ankle. "I can manage," I assured him, determined to keep going.
As we navigated through the dimly lit wreckage, the air heavy with dust, Thomas k
