“Hold on! We see you!”
“Stay where you are!”
“Kid on the roof — don’t move!”
A powerful spotlight snapped on, slicing through the rain and landing directly on Lucas. He shielded his eyes instinctively, clutching Max tighter.
It wasn’t debris.
It was a rescue boat — a massive flat-bottomed airboat powered by a roaring fan, pushing against the violent current. Three rescuers in neon jackets stood at the front, waving and shouting instructions.
But something about their urgency felt different.
They weren’t just trying to reach him.
They were watching the roof.
The Warning Comes Too Late
“Do not step back!” one rescuer yelled. “Stay exactly where you are!”
Lucas frowned, confused. “Why? What’s—”
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