The firefighters found me curled behind the hedge with soot on my face and blood on my hands from crawling through the broken pet door.
When my mother saw me, she screamed and ran toward me, acting as though she had been searching for me the entire time.
Dad hugged Noah tightly and then looked at me with wide eyes. “Thank God,” he said, his voice shaking.
I looked directly at him and asked one question. “Why didn’t you come back for me?-
