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

they came to me—Uncle Thomas, Michelle, the others—apologies, shock, disbelief. Some couldn’t look me in the eye. Some couldn’t stop looking, as if seeing me for the first time.

“Whatever you need,” Uncle Thomas said. His voice was gruff, but his eyes were wet. “Legal fees, a place to stay. The family will help. The real family.”

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