With one powerful kick, Steward blasted the basement's iron door open and charged into the smoke.
"Steward..." I lay sprawled on the floor, reaching a bloodstained hand toward him. The flames had already reached the hem of my hospital gown. Thick smoke blurred my vision.
Even at death's door, still, my first instinct was to ask him for help.
Steward saw me. His eyes swept over my blood-covered body. Then they shifted to Freda, who was lying near the edge of the fire, sobbing helplessly.
He hesitated for one second. Then he ran right past me.
He scooped Freda into his arms. "It's okay, Freda. I got you. I'm getting you out of here."
"Steward..." My hand froze in midair. All I could do was watch him carry her away.
"Vicky! Hang in there! Once I take her out, I'll come back for you!" h
