Chapter 61: Momma's just fine.

Seeing how things were unfolding, Maria was freaking out even more. "Enough!" Charlotte snapped, annoyed. "I'm trying to find a way out, aren't I?" "Lottie, Lottie, aren't you scared?" "Of course, I'm scared." But what else could she do? All her life, she had to fend for herself. No one was ever there to help her survive. The fire was spreading fast, and the thick smoke had already made its way to the second floor. Charlotte, clutching her head, thought hard for a few minutes, then dragged Maria up to the attic. Before going in, she remembered there was a small, ventilating window there. It was tiny, about fifty centimeters across, and it had a round grid shape. Such a small and complex window shape probably didn't have bulletproof glass. Standing on a cabinet, she reached for the skylight and hammered it hard. Sure enough, the glass shattered with a loud crack, breaking the iron frame and revealing a small gap. "Get up there!" Charlotte jumped down from the cabinet, pushing