Meghan’s P.O.V.
The flickering light of the television cast long, uneven shadows across Adam and Jenna’s cozy living room, but the warmth that usually filled their home was noticeably absent. Instead, a tense silence clung to the air, punctuated only by the low murmur of news anchors describing the raging fire in the woods. The words “spread rapidly” and “dangerous conditions” felt like punches to my chest as I sat curled up on the couch, clutching a mug of tea Jenna had handed me but hadn’t touched.
My eyes were glued to the screen, though I barely registered the images anymore. The fire was massive, an angry wall of orange devouring the forest. I could only think of Blade out there, somewhere in that chaos, risking his life. And the last thing I had said to him was… nothing I even want
