#Chapter 58- Fire

Kingston Earlier That Same Day I hadn’t even made it through my morning coffee when Rock burst through my office doors, his face pale and tight like he was holding something back—something bad. “What happened?” I asked, standing before the words even finished leaving my mouth. But I already knew the answer. Rock wouldn’t come into my office unannounced unless it involved her. “There was a fire,” he said. “At Cora’s old apartment. It happened sometime a few hours ago.” The world slowed, then cracked wide open. “What?” Rock ran a hand through his hair, motioning toward the door. “Come on. I’m heading there right now and—” I cut him off, grabbing my keys. “I’ll drive.” We didn’t speak during the speedy drive there. Why hadn’t she called me? She should know by now that if there is an issue, I’d help handle it. Unless… No, I wouldn’t even consider that. My mind spun with other worst-case scenarios, with questions that had no shape and no mercy. Rock’s knuckles were