Isla tried steering the wheelchair after them, but the grass swallowed the wheels completely useless.
She abandoned it and pushed herself up, limping forward instead.
Behind her, the whole inpatient wing churned with smoke and chaos.
Not far off, Bianca and Richard watched Isla's uneven, hobbling retreat with quiet satisfaction.
Everything's going exactly as planned.
Bianca had smeared soot across her own face for effect, standing safely on the lawn while every eye stayed fixed on the fire. Watching Isla's back disappear, she narrowed her eyes. "Dad, you're sure Marcus is still here? He hasn't left yet?"
"Right he's tied up doing something in his mother's office," Richard confirmed, relaying whatever intel he'd gathered.
"Let's go find him." Bianca turned, scanning the chaotic crowd
