I endured the discomfort in my abdomen and my heart was pounding like thunder.
As I rushed out of the building to safety, my heart beat so fast.
I escaped safely.
The fierce fire continued to spread upwards accompanied by thick smoke, and the crackling sound and the beeping of the alarm were frightening.
Neighbors gathered around, asking if I was okay, and I thanked them.
Suddenly, someone rudely pushed the crowd aside and grabbed my arm forcefully.
It was my husband Calvin.
With scarlet eyes and a fierce look, he asked, "Where's Victor? Where's Olive? How come you escaped alone?"
I feigned fear and surprise, saying, "Victor? Olive? I didn't see them."
Calvin's grip on my arm tightened as he asked viciously, "Didn't you run into them when you went downstairs?"
I shook my head blankly, "I didn't run into anyone."
Calvin said, "How is that possible?"
His grips were so strong that I couldn't help but cry out in pain, "You're hurting me! I didn't see anyone. I thought I was the only one left in this building."
"Could it be that they were so soundly asleep that they didn't notice the fire?" I tested him friendly.
Calvin subconsciously denied, "Impossible, I just..."