The Wrong Woman

A bomb disposal expert's voice cut through the tension, firm and grave. "This is a remotely controlled bomb. Going up there would be signing your death warrant.”

But Mila's resolve remained unshaken. "No, they won't harm me. If I'm there, they won't dare to trigger the bomb.

"Please, tell me how to disarm it. Let me do it."

The expert's frustration boiled over. “You're risking your life for nothing. Get her out of here!" he barked.

Yet Mila held onto the expert's hand tightly, her determination unwavering. "Let me go up there. My name is Mila. They won't harm me. Please, show me how to disarm it. Trust me!"

Though he empathized with her desperation to save Loretta, the expert couldn't comprehend her readiness to put herself in harm's way. “I don't care who you are. You need to leave the restricted area immediately.” Suddenly, Loretta's voice echoed from above, calling out, "Chubs, Chubs..."

Mila's gaze shot upward with tears clouding her vision. She strained to see Loretta clearly, hastily wiping away her tears and forcing a smile. "Grandma, don't worry! I'm here to rescue you. You'll be down soon!" Loretta's smile was gentle as she spoke. "Chubs, Grandma loves you dearly. You know that, right?"

Mila nodded through her tears. “I do, Grandma. Please, let's save these words for later. Let's talk when we're all home, okay?"

seen your parents and your little brother. I have no regrets now. I'll watch over you all from heaven,

heart felt like it was being torn apart, each beat aching with longing. Her voice quivered as she spoke, "Grandma, where are my

know the address. I couldn't see much of

knees before the bomb disposal expert. "Please, let me go up there! Whether it's Dark Shadows Society or Oliver, they won't harm me. I can save

to the police officers. Without

sadness. Tears streamed down her face as she called out, "Chubs, please don't forget me! I

restrained by the officers, Mila was unable to turn around to

ushered her beyond the safety perimeter, Phoebe rushed to her side, breathless. "Mila,

the air, reverberating as if the very earth

a reflexive reaction, bomb disposal experts and police officers alike dove for

darted forward and enfolded