The corridor that led to Alexander’s room seemed longer than ever, filled with billowing smoke and the oppressive heat of the fire. Naomi forced herself onward, her thoughts focused only on reaching Alexander. She called out his name, her voice echoing through the crackle of the flames and the groaning of the timber as it threatened to give way.

Finally, she reached Alexander’s room. The door was hot to the touch, but Naomi pushed it open with her shoulder. Inside, the room was a haze of smoke, but she could make out the small figure of Alexander huddled in the corner, his little frame shaking with sobs. He was clutching a stuffed bear, his face streaked with tears and soot.

“Alexander!” Naomi shouted, relief flooding her voice. The boy looked up, blinking through the smoke, and ran to her without hesitation. Naomi wrapped an arm around him, holding both children close. “It’s alright, I’ve got you,” she assured him, her heart pounding with urgency.