My body was still weak from just being discharged from the hospital and quickly gave way. I collapsed onto the broken glass scattered on the floor.
"Daphne!"
I heard Jonathan's voice coming from afar, followed by the housekeeper's dissuasion, "Mr. Zander! It's too dangerous!"
"Get out of the way!"
The sound of footsteps grew closer. Jonathan rushed into the smoke-filled room.
The first thing he saw was Wendy huddled in a corner, sobbing.
"Jonathan! I'm so scared." Wendy reached out her arms.
Jonathan picked her up without hesitation. When he turned around, he finally saw me lying on the ground.
Our eyes met. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing. He carried Wendy as they disappeared into the smoke.
The earthquake quickly subsided, but it took the firefighters an hour to extinguish the fire.
Jonathan asked repeatedly, but no one said they had seen me.
Neither in life nor in death was my body found.
At the airport, after I mailed out everything I needed to, I clutched my chest and prepared to board my flight.
My phone rang again. It was Jonathan.
I calmly pulled out the SIM card and tossed it into the trash.