I brushed a gentle hand through her hair before turning to look at Zoe.
Her Lips were pressed into a tight line, a modicum of composure returning to her face.
âWeâve just received word that Sally sustained grave injuries in the fire, and sheâs yet to regain consciousness,â Zoe conveyed.
âWhat? Sally got hurt?â
The words landed like a heavy blow, a lightning strike to my senses, leaving me momentarily dazed.
Zoeâs voice carried a weight of sorrow as she recounted, âIt was during the opening ceremony.
Sally was overseeing the event, heading to the farthest storeroom for fireworks and balloons.
She was the last to be rescued because she was so far away.
â
âHow could this be?â I found myself rooted in place, the air growing thin around me.
No wonder I hadnât seen Sally in the chaos of the blaze.
Zoeâs gaze shifted, her words dropping to a hushed murmur.
âWhen Sally was rescued, her face was burnt.
The doctor said that itâs been destroyed.
She was the most seriously injured, and sheâs still in a coma.
â
My heart leaped in my chest.
I struggled to fathom the horror of the scene.
âDamn it I canât lie her Zoeâs exclamation burst forth, the frustration in her voice palpable.
Her restlessness became unbearable and she struggled to pull herself to her feet.
swiftly, I intervened, my urgency matched by the intensity of her emotions.
âNo.
Your wounds havenât healed yet.
You canât go out.
â
Yet, Zoeâs agitation held firm, an unquenchable fire lit within her.
âThe injuries wonât stop me.
Debra, the next group of residents is due in a few days.
We must ensure they step into a secure haven.
Unless we unearth the culprit, weâre doomed to see this kind of tragedy strike again.
My heart brimmed with resentment.
I hated the person who had schemed behind our backs.
Determination surging in my chest, I said, âYou can rest at the hospital.
I promise Iâll investigate.
â
With my assurance, Zoe refrained from insisting on leaving the hospital.
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Soon after, a frown appeared on her face as she muttered, âSo much has gone down.
Whereâs Caleb? Isnât he the alpha of the Thorn Edge Pack?â Elena shared the sorrow, her voice a mere whisper as she asked, âMom, where did Dad go today? Why didnât he come?â
I hesitated, grappling for the right words.
Sharing the truth could wound my daughter, After all, who would want their father to prioritize another child in a time like this?
As I remained silent, Elenaâs spirits sunk further, This tender-hearted child was still preoccupied with Sally.
She puckered her lips and added, âIf only Dad had been here,â
Her eyes swam with disappointment.
Taking a moment to reflect, I refrained from putting the blame on Caleb.
Instead, I offered a vague reassurance.