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

About the fire.”

Richard flinched at the word father. He still wouldn’t look at me.

“She thinks we—” Patricia’s voice broke. Oscar-worthy. “She thinks we had something to do with what happened to her apartment. Her own parents.”

Gasps. Shocked whispers.

“Patricia, no,” Aunt Margaret breathed.

“I know she’s hurting.” Tears now rolled down Patricia’s cheeks.continue reading …