"I'm sorry, Bart. If you hadn’t rushed to save me that day, Nora wouldn’t have been hurt. Luckily, she’s just an extra in so many years. So, having a skin graft probably won’t affect her career much, right?" Karen’s voice was trembling with tears, but the sideways glance she shot me was filled with smugness.
Bart's eyes filled with sympathy for her. "It's not your fault. That day was so chaotic, no one could have predicted what would happen."
I stared calmly at the "siblings" comforting each other in front of me and my mind drifted back to the day of the fire.
Flames and thick smoke shot into the sky, almost suffocating me. A burning beam fell heavily onto my right arm. Sparks sizzled as they shot into my clothes, scorching my skin. That place felt like the hell itself. In the midst of the smoke and despair, I called out for Bart. He glanced back at me, just once, before picking up Karen without hesitation. He left me with nothing but his retreating figure.