Caspian
He led me to the ambulance and told the medics to watch over me. I sat on the cold metal step, surrounded by coughing strangers wrapped in blankets. But I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t hear anything. My eyes were fixed on him.
The firefighter was strapping his gear back on, preparing to enter again. But then I noticed something. Other officers—some of them his own team—grabbed at his arms.
"Logan, it’s not safe in there!" one of them barked. "We swept that floor twice—there’s no one left!"
"He’s just a kid," another said. "He’s confused. You’ve done enough."
But the firefighter—Logan, I guess that was his name—turned and looked straight at me. Our eyes met. I was still crying, still shaking, but I nodded at him. Begged him silently to believe me.
He looked back at the ot
