Lisa stood before the grave of Emily Greenfield, her eyes fixed on the name etched into the stone. She felt a lump form in her throat as grief washed over her. Without warning, her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees, overcome with emotion.

Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Emily, oh Emily... I wish you were here. I'm so sorry I wasn't there to save you. If only I had been faster, stronger... You didn't deserve to die in that fire."

Lisa's body shook with sobs, ...