The explosion echoed in my ears long after the sound faded.I stood outside the building, Sofia in my arms, watching smoke pour from the garage entrance. Flames flickered below. Firefighters ran past me. Sirens screamed from every direction.But Alexander was still down there.Marcus had run back in. I'd watched him disappear into the smoke. Now I stood frozen, holding our daughter, waiting for someone to emerge."Mama, cold." Sofia's small voice cut through my terror.I looked down at her. She was shivering in her pajamas, Mr. Fluffy clutched tight, her eyes wide and confused. She didn't understand what was happening. She only knew she'd been pulled from sleep and now stood in a cold parking lot with sirens all around."Rosa." I turned, searching. "Rosa, take her."My mother appeared beside me, her face gray with soot and fear. She took Sofia without a word, wrapped her in her own coat, carried her toward the police cars where it was warmer.I turned back to the building.Smoke poure
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