"I peered at the building. The one that I had learned to call my second home. It was engulfed in a fiery rage that was licking up the side of it. The building had already begun to char, and I was suddenly flinging my car around and parking outside of it. I was scared that the family was inside. I knew that Cynthia liked to work late."
I got lost in how he stared across the room, lost in the memory of it all. How it really had affected him in such a way that it pained him to talk about. I could see tears building at the corners of his eyes as he relived it.
"I flung my door open and slammed it shut, running to the building with my phone already in hand. I waited for the fire department to answer as I heard the crackling of the fire devouring everything." He ran his hand through his hair a
