“There’s a kid still inside!”
Every head turned toward the building.
Through the smoke-streaked window of apartment 2B, a small figure suddenly appeared. A boy no older than six or seven pressed both hands against the glass as flames flickered behind him. His face looked pale under the flashing orange glow of the fire, and even from the street people could see the panic in his wide eyes.
The boy tried to shout.
But the thick window swallowed the sound.