Chapter 37

Lucas had just found out that Sophia never actually lived with James—they weren't even cohabiting. She had her own place, on the seventh floor of an upscale apartment complex. By the time he got there, smoke was pouring out of the entire seventh floor. Two to three floors above and below were already showing signs of flames. Fire trucks packed the area, and waves of people were being carried out one after another—but no sign of Sophia. "Sophia! Is she still inside?" Lucas grabbed Sam by the collar, his eyes already bloodshot. "Yeah… Yeah! She's still in there!" Without hesitation, Lucas charged straight toward the blazing building, but before he could make it far, Eva, who'd apparently hurried over for "information," stepped in his way. "Lucas, the fire's way too intense! Let's just wait here, okay? I believe she'll be alright—the firefighters know what they're doing." Eva sounded genuinely concerned—for both Sophia and Lucas—but he wasn't buying it. Lucas yanked her by the collar. "Ho