“And when the fire started, why didn’t anyone open it? Sixty-two people in a burning hall. Are you telling me no one ran to the door to open it?” “There probably wasn’t time. I read the report about the incident. The cooking cylinders in the hall exploded.” Abby shook her head. “There was time. There was . . .” The smell of smoke. Screaming for help. The bolt. She ran to the door to slide the bolt open. Behind her, she heard Eden shout, “Abihail, get away from there!” She had to open the door. Isaac grabbed her, pulled her back. An explosion, the searing pain on the back of her neck.
