Delilah quickly got ready, then headed downstairs to start cooking.
She tied her hair up and hummed a tune as she mixed the soft dough for homemade pasta.
The kitchen felt cozy and smelled delicious from the fresh ingredients she'd prepared.
The stand mixer whirred beside her, spinning the dough hook with ease.
She smiled, wiping flour off her cheek with the back of her hand, completely unaware of the faint hissing sound coming from the gas pipe beneath the counter.
As she reached for the next ingredient, a small spark from the mixer shot out unexpectedly.
"What the—?" Delilah started, but her words were cut short.
In an instant, the spark connected with the gas building up in the kitchen.
The explosion was deafening. A rush of fire and heat erupted, engulfing the room.
Delil
