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

things you don’t mean. Crazy things.”

Crazy. There it was.

“I’m not crazy, Aunt Margaret.”

“No one’s saying you are, honey. We’re just—”

“Did she email the whole family or just call?”

Silence. That was answer enough.

“Get some rest, sweetheart,” Margaret said finally. “We’re all praying for you.”

She hung up before I could respond.

I immediately checked my continue reading …