Emmalee

My heart leaps into my throat as I turn, my eyes locking onto the sight before me.

The main house—my house—is engulfed in flames. The once-sturdy walls now tremble under the force of the fire, their timbers groaning like they're screaming for mercy. The orange glow is almost blinding, the heat unbearable even from where I stand.

People are shouting, and running, their faces twisted in panic. Some of these people are employees. Others are the guards who are always planted outside. ...