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I left work early because I was too distracted to get anything accomplished. If the fire at my house was arson, I needed to find proof, but I didn’t trust the fire chief––and therefore his team––to find it. I didn’t feel justified to ask Brinkman to stick his neck out for me any more than he already had. Going rogue and searching for evidence myself was the obvious choice, except that I had no clue what I was looking for.
Sweet Boy and I walked all around the charred remains of our home, but it didn’t do any good. Any evidence that I might have discovered had been burnt to a crisp.
Unsure what else to do, I drove to my mother’s house. Once inside, Sweet Boy’s toenails clacked on the tiles as he danced around the kitchen, obviously wanting food. That was one thing that he and Daniel h
