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

” I picked at a thread on Jason’s couch. “Hey, quick question. Did you notice anything weird in my apartment? Anything off? The fire investigator keeps asking.”

“Fire investigator?” Her voice sharpened. “Why would they investigate?”

“Apparently, they think it might not be an accident.”

Silence. I counted the seconds. One. Two. Three. Four.

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