The way back was a harrowing journey. The fire had spread quicker than she imagined, and debris cluttered the path. Naomi moved swiftly, instincts guiding her as she retraced her steps to the staircase, whispering prayers with every step. Her legs felt like they were made of lead, but she pushed forward, driven by the silent promise she had made to herself and to the Harrington family.

As Naomi reached the top of the staircase, she heard the distant wail of sirens approaching. Help was near, but she knew they had to get out on their own. Step by step, she descended the stairs, her grip on Alexander and Elijah unyielding. The main hall was an inferno, but Naomi spotted a path through the flames, leading toward the dim outline of the front door.