02/05/2026
I reached the 8th-floor landing. The heat was unbearable. I couldn't see my hand in front of my face.
"Mom!" I screamed, stumbling toward our door.
Then, a shadow emerged from the wall of black smoke. A figure. Tall. Coughing violently.
I froze.
It was Silas. His Italian suit was shredded. His face was black with soot. And in his arms, cradled like a child, was my mother. He wasn't running away. He had come down from safety to get her.
He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and wild, and collapsed to his knees...
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