My Apartment Burned Down. My Parents Said, “Not Our Problem.” Then the Fire Investigator Called.

met mine. “Who had access to your apartment in the week before the fire?”

My heart stopped, then started again too fast.

“I had a visitor five days before.”

“Who?”

I made myself say it. “My mother.”

Marcus didn’t react, just nodded slowly, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. “I checked the building’s entry logs. Electronic locks. They keep records.continue reading …