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.
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.
With a final burst of energy, Naomi charged toward the exit. The cool night air hit them like a wave as they stumbled out onto the lawn, collapsing onto the grass just as firefighters rushed past them to combat the blaze. The crowd that had gathered let out a collective gasp of relief, and Edward Harrington rushed forward, his eyes filled with gratitude and tears.
He knelt beside Naomi, his hands shaking as he pulled Alexander into a fierce embrace. “Thank you,” he choked out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for saving my son.”
Naomi, exhausted and covered in soot, managed a weary smile as she clutched Elijah close. The realization of what she had done settled over her, not as a heroic act, but as a testament to love and courage. In the eyes of the crowd, she was a hero. But to Naomi, she had simply followed her heart, rescuing a child she loved as her own. It was an ending no one had anticipated, but one that reminded them all of the boundless bravery that can emerge from the most unexpected places.