The Fake Inferno

In the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with an urgent call from Gavin Yates.

He was panting heavily, his voice dripping with panic.

“Tessa, the downtown plaza is on fire and I’m trapped inside! Please, come save me!”

I didn’t even change out of my pajamas before speeding into the raging inferno.

Even when a collapsing wooden beam shattered three of my ribs, I refused to stop searching for him.

When the firefighters finally dragged me out, I screamed and sobbed, begging them to go back