Emma could not stop. She had to find Jackson. He was the last family she had, everything she had left in this world. She could not lose him. She could not endure the pain of loss one more time.
In her despair, Emma continued calling Jackson's name, but her voice was now only a weak whisper amid the sea of fire and smoke. Her vision blurred, not because of the smoke, but because of tears. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and ash, leaving long streaks across her anxious face.
Emma kept moving forward, not knowing whether she could find Jackson in time, but knowing that even if she had to sacrifice everything, she would not give up. He was the last person she had left, and she could not lose him. Never.
