“We have a cat—Whiskers. She’s hiding. She got scared when the ladder fell.” Lily’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“That’s okay, sweetie. Whiskers will come out soon. Animals can sense when things are happening, but she’s just waiting for everything to be okay.” Vanessa encouraged, hearing the sirens grow louder in the background.

“Vanessa?” Lily’s voice came again, tiny and scared. “Is my dad gonna be okay?”