Before You Let Go
That was when I realized I was already crying.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I said, voice shaking.
He tried to roll his eyes, but even that looked tired. “I’m fine.”
“You’re covered in smoke.”
“Still fine.”
“You have a burn.”
“It’s barely a burn.”
Marisol pulled back, hands still gripping his arms. “What happened?”
Caelan looked toward the restaurant. Firefighters were still moving around the entrance, shouting instructions.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Kitchen fire, daw. Something with the stove. But it was weird.”