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

at 2:07 p.m. Walking out at 5:12 p.m. with nothing.

“Three hours,” Marcus said. “She told you thirty minutes.”

“The bag…”

“That’s where it gets interesting.” He pulled up a photo—charred plastic and wire fragments. “Fire investigators found this near the outlet. Digital timer, the kind you plug appliances into.”

My stomach dropped.

“We traced the serial continue reading …