Zara’s POV
As we travel, Gerrard shoots off text after text, no doubt trying to deal with as much of the situation as we can before we get there.
I stare out of the window at the Nevada skyline, my mind rolling over the situation as I try to get on board with my husband’s belief that this is just a situation of bad luck.
When we arrive at the nearby hotel, our driver inches through the sea of spectators that surround the building, and pulls up to the taped off barrier that encircles the two fire trucks still on site, so we can get out as close as possible.
Climbing out of the back seat, I check the people who are standing on this side of the perimeter, all watching the fire service as they roll up hoses and get ready to leave. A few spectators have their phones out, recording, but no o
