The fire roared across the grounds, and they all scrambled to get out of the way. The flames rolled after them as if it wanted to find every soul in reach.
Hannah ran through the front gates. She assumed the others were behind her. They should have been, but she didn’t look back. She kept running, faster than she’d ever run in her life. Down the dirt road, pain stabbing at her side, her breath burning in her chest. Coming to the curve, she finally stopped. Gasping, she leaned forward, her hands on her knees. “Nate? Clem? Mer…edith.” She took another short, sharp breath. “Dad?”
No one replied. She straightened up and turned around. She was alone. In the distance, behind the stone walls, the fire raged. Orange sparks and gray ash spun overhead in the night sky.
Dread flooded Hannah’s heart. She had to go back.