Katelyn’s POV

Smoke stung my eyes and filled my lungs as I moved deeper into the ruined lobby. My phone was slippery in my hand, the live stream shaky but unbroken.

Every few seconds, I coughed, fighting to keep my voice steady.

All around me, the building’s skeleton glowed orange and red in the flickering emergency lights, casting wild shadows across shattered glass and overturned furniture.

“Hang in there, Katelyn,” Jamie’s voice urged, low but steady in my earpiece. “Just keep ...