"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Could that be Dylan?" I questioned, my eyes darting between Grandma Adaline and the distant sound of the approaching vehicle. Uncertainty hung in the air as I couldn't tell who it was, unknown casting a shadow over our brief moment of respite.

In response to my query, Grandma Adaline's expression remained unreadable, concern and anticipation flickering in her eyes. Before any of us could make a move, Sonia, ever the swift one, volunteered, "I'll go check quickly." With that, she dashed out of the room, leaving Grandma Adaline and me alone in a tense silence.

Sensing the urgency of the situation, Grandma Adaline pressed the bundle of keys into my hands, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of worry. "This particular one is the key you need, dear," she instructed, her words a lifeline in the midst of turmoil.

With a determined nod, I clutched the key tightly, my resolve strengthening with each passing moment. "Let's go," Grandma Adaline declared, her voice a steady anchor in the storm