Rosie’s screaming. People are running. One of the lanterns tipped — the main tent’s on fire.

And Jacob?

He’s still inside.

You’re halfway in when someone grabs you. “If you go in there, you might not come out!”

You look back once. Just once.

“I know,” you whisper. Then run into the smoke.

And when you find him — trapped under a beam, coughing, bloody — he looks up at you like he never expected anyone to come.

But of course you did.