The Escape
Behind them, part of the ceiling collapsed, showering sparks. The stairwell she had used might be blocked.
Her eyes searched frantically until she saw another glowing exit sign at the far end.
Balancing her daughter in one arm and Ethan in the other, she forced herself forward. Her chest screamed for air, dizziness tugged at her, but she refused to stop.
When she reached the second stairwell, cooler air brushed her face like a miracle.
Ethan’s voice trembled. “I thought no one would come.”
Aisha pressed a kiss to Layla’s forehead. “I couldn’t leave you alone.”
