She blinked once… twice.
“He… he…” she stammered. Her lips barely moved.
“DJ…” she whispered, with a broken voice.
She tapped Diego's arm, her hand trembling as she pointed at the SUV already engulfed in flames.... as if he hadn't seen it himself.
Then, like a jolt of lightning, Thersa shot to her feet.
“No.. NO!” she cried out, rushing toward the fire.
“Thersa, stop!” Diego yelled, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back.
But she fought him.
The baby’s cry echoed again, loud and piercing from the burning car... which was haunting.
Thersa screamed. “HE’S CRYING! MY BABY!”
Her whole body shook as she thrashed in his grip, hopping up and down in panic. Her skin was pale. Her voice raw.
“LET ME GO! I HAVE TO GET HIM!”
Diego’s face was pale too, his eyes wide, frozen on the SUV as if something deep inside him cracked.
Then Thersa broke free from him again.
“No!” Diego shouted.
But she didn’t care. She stumbled toward the fire, her arms shielding her fac
