“Who is this?” I ask, but the phone beeps, letting you know the person has disconnected. I’m about to put the phone down when I hear Beau’s voice. “She’s sleeping.” I slip out of bed, walking in the hallway. After he walked out of the house to go to his parents’ house, I ran to the bathroom and threw up whatever was in my stomach. Ethan came down to find me over the toilet bowl. The worry in his face made me feel even worse than I did before. I got up and rinsed off my face, assuring him that I was okay. “What do you mean, it’s on fire?”

My whole body feels the dread, my body preparing for the worst, yet not really believing that it could be coming. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Where is she now?”

I stand here in the doorway to his bedroom, and he sits on the side of his bed. He’s in white basketball shorts and no shirt with his head down as he listens to whoever is on the phone. “Okay, I’ll get her up.” He tosses the phone to the side and rubs his face.

“What’s the matter?” I ask softly, and his head snaps up.

“Why are you up?” He doesn’t bother answering my question.

“I got a call from the unknown number.” I shrug. “This time, he spoke.” He flies off the bed and comes to me.

“What did he say?” he asks at the same time we hear a soft knock. “Fuck, that’s Kallie.”

“What’s going on?” I look at him while he walks past me, going downstairs to open the door.

“Hey.” I hear Kallie, and then I walk down the steps, and the two of them just look up at me. Kallie has tears in her eyes.

“What happened?” I ask again, and this time, my heart starts to speed up because they both look like someone died. “I’m starting to freak out.”

“There’s a fire.” Beau starts to say something, and it’s like my everything is going on around me, but I’m not there. I see their lips moving, but all I can do is listen to the galloping of my heart.

“Beau.” I hear Kallie say his name. “I think she’s going down.”

He rushes to me, but my ass hits the step before he can get to me. There is screaming somewhere, a bloodcurdling scream. “Ethan,” Kallie says his name, and I turn to see him standing at the top of the stairs with tears running down his face. Kallie runs past us to gather him in her arms. “It’s okay, buddy,” she tells him.

“Baby,” Beau says, “you need to look at me.” I blink, turning to see him, noticing that I’m now sitting in his lap.