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Jessie stood nearby, scanning the trees. He hadn’t sat down once. “Jessie…” Sarah’s voice cracked. “We should go back.” He froze. For a moment, he didn’t turn around. Then slowly, he shook his head. “No.” “But what if—” “No,” he said again, firmer this time. “You saw what happened.” Sarah looked down at the ground, her chest tightening. She had seen it. The fire. The explosions. The way everything disappeared in seconds.