New York, Mia

The sound of gunshots had shattered the tranquility of my apartment, and fear had gripped my heart like a vice. Without a second thought, I had dialed 911, my voice trembling as I reported the horrifying incident to the operator. The words came out in a panicked rush as I explained that the security guard had been shot, his life hanging in the balance.

I couldn't bear the thought of going outside, not knowing if the shooter was still lurking outside. I rushed to find Bella, who was already trembling with fear, her face pale. We shared a glance that spoke volumes, our mutual terror mirrored in...