SARAH
Sometimes, all it takes is just a gentle brush on the cheek to take you ten years backwards, down the memory lane. Only, my journey is more than ten years away.
It’s almost twenty.
Back to the night the police showed up at our doorstep to let Kevin and I know that our parents were dead.
They never came back from date night.
Kevin’s congratulatory dinner was in the microwave—mom had made it last night to celebrate his entry into college.
He had decided to heat it up before mom and dad returned from date night with some food for us.
The microwave overheated and caused a fire. That night, we didn’t only lose our parents, but more than half of our house…burnt to the ground.
We sat on a long bench in the police station just like this, in this exact position; Me, swollen ey
