Page 125 of Samson

She looked back at the smoke and debris that was still settling to the ground and fought to make sense of it, but it was beyond her reach.

The sound of sirens filled the air as Trevors returned to her. “Do you think you can walk?”

He held his hand out to her, and she took it, allowing him to pull her to standing.

“I think so.”

He put his arm around her and helped her in the direction of his car. “It’s about to get very busy around here. I want to get you somewhere safe and out of the way. When the paramedics arrive, you’re going to let them take you to the hospital. Do you understand?”

“You think I want to stay here?”

“I don’t really know what you want. All I know is that you do whatever you feel like, no matter what I say.” He smiled.

“Do you know if Demir was inside?”

“I saw him go in today. I haven’t seen him come out. Are you going to be okay with that? It means you won’t be able to forgive him.”

“I already had. I just wanted him to know.”

“That’s very generous of you. A guy like that doesn’t deserve it.”

“Neither do I,” she mumbled.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing. Never mind. I’ll go to the hospital.”

“Thank you.” He pulled open his car door and set her in the seat. “I need you to stay here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re not going to faint?”

“You already asked me that.”

“Things change.”

“I’m good.”

“Okay.”

Several firetrucks and police cars arrived soon, followed by an ambulance. Trevors sent them straight to her.

A woman with her blonde hair in a French braid crouched in front of her. “Delilah Rossi?”

“Yeah. That’s me.”

“My name’s Erin. Do you know where you are?”

“Yeah, that pile over there used to be the Turkish embassy.”

“Can you tell me what day it is?”

“I’m okay.”

“Good, then tell me what day it is.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

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