Aurora pov

As I alighted from the cab, I spotted Ryan standing in front of a charred building that had recently caught fire. The flames were gone, but the smell of burnt wood and ash still hung thick in the air.

An ambulance was parked nearby, paramedics attending to those caught in the blaze, while neighbors stood outside their apartments, murmuring about what had happened.

“Hey, Ryan,” I called out, walking toward him. “What happened?”

He took a deep breath, eyes fixed on the ...