Freya’s P.O.V

I didn’t know how long I had been knocked out, but by the time I regained consciousness, my eyes opened to blurry visions of firefighters. The constant screams for Ethan, the sobs, and the hands nudging me to wake up.

For a second, confusion swamped my mind, but then the memories flooded through my head. The fireworks, the explosion, and most importantly, the fact that Ethan was stuck in that house because he had gone to bed early.

Panic bled through my veins and I got to my feet, pain lancing through me with every step that I took. “Ethan…” My voice was barely above a whisper.

Before...