Isabelle’s boots crunched against the snow as she walked toward the ambulance, her firefighting gear soaked in ash and smoke. Her breath came out in ragged clouds, the weight of the night’s chaos heavy on her shoulders. The paramedic called out to her, but Isabelle ignored him, her gaze fixed on the city skyline—silent, scarred, but still standing. The roar of the fire echoed in her memory as the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. She was supposed to be dead. But here she was, alive, and she was about to face the woman who had thought she’d lost her forever. She took a steadying breath before lifting her phone to dial Daisy, the message she had to send clear but heavy: I'm coming home.