“Okay!” The smoke smarted my eyes, so I squeezed them shut before I tucked my phone under the arm that was holding my washcloth in place.

Why hadn’t I put a bra on? Why?

With everything I had, I thumped my fist against the door. I didn’t know how many of us were stuck in the building while it burned or even if it would collapse, but Polly’s constant affirmations that she was there and I was doing great kept me going.

So did the adrenaline.

I couldn’t die yet. I was too young. I had to see Halley and Preston have babies. I had to see Betty’s babies and love on them a little bit. I had to see Ava find love. I had to see another one of Aunt Bethel’s hideous outfits.

And my God, if I got out of this shit alive, I was going to ask Noah where he lived and, if it was close by, I was going to ask him out.

So be it, amen, blessed be.

I banged a few more times before I heard a shout outside. “Hello! In here!”

The smoke was thicker now, and I was glad it was me out here and not Arthur. He would be protected in the bedroom.

“We’re in here!” I yelled into the damp cloth, thumping the door as loud as I could.

A bang came back. “Step back from the door and move any obstructions!”

I yanked the towel away and moved back. The cloth slipped from my hand, and I dropped to my knees to grab it. I coughed as the smoke flooded the room with the opening of the door. My phone clattered to the rug, and I felt blindly for it, covering my mouth again.

“Miss—are you alone?” A deep voice accompanied a strong, gloved hand gripping my arm.

I shook my head. “In the bedroom—he’s old. Bad hip.” Another cough.

“Hold that tight to your mouth now. Sam! There’s an old fella in the bedroom!”

“Got it!”

“Come on.” The firefighter pulled me to my feet. “Can you walk?”

I nodded, but my legs gave away as soon as I took a step.

“I’m picking you up, all right? I’ll run you outside where the medics are waiting. I won’t drop you.”

“Okay,” I rasped behind the cloth. I pressed it so tightly to my face that it was any wonder I could breathe at all.

In one swift movement, he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me over his shoulder. I caught a glimpse of Arthur being carried the same way before I had to squeeze my eyes shut once again.

I was bumped and jostled, but the firefighter’s grip on me never wavered. He held me tight to his body as he descended the flights of stairs. The smoke got thicker and it was harder and harder to breathe as we got closer to the ground until—

It stopped.

The jostling stopped, and my feet were deposited on the ground. “It’s all right, you’re outside.”