During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

echoed in my chest, the heavy rear doors of the ambulance slammed violently shut. The vehicle lurched forward, disappearing into the chaotic sprawl of the ruined street.

Around us, the world continued to die. Sparks showered from exposed electrical conduits. Fissures spider-webbed across the remaining pillars. Noah pressed his damp, unnaturally hot continue reading …