Elijah's POV
"Dad!" Amara screamed.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. James Kingston was alive. He was in a helicopter hovering above us. And he was holding a rope that could save our lives.
"Grab the rope!" he shouted down at us.
But the pipe I was holding onto was bending more with each second. The roof beneath our feet was crumbling. We didn't have much time.
"You go first!" I yelled to Amara.
"No!" she shouted back. "We go together!"
"There's no time!" I said. "The pipe is breaking!"
I could feel it giving way under our combined weight.
"Amara, please," I begged. "Trust me. I'll be right behind you."
She looked into my eyes. I could see she didn't want to let go of my hand. But she also knew I was right.
"Promise me," she said. "Promise you'll follow."
"I promise," I said.
She let go of my hand and grabbed the rope. Her father pulled her up into the helicopter. I watched her disappear into safety.
