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PIPER
My home was burning to the ground. And my heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched the flames engulf it. I’d grown up in that building. I’d worked in it for years. It was as much a part of me as the vines and fields.
At least they were safe. The fire hadn’t jumped to any of the fields. Our entire crop could have been destroyed in a matter of hours if that had happened. I had no idea how we would have come back from that. A whole year of wine would have been gone.
Luckily that hadn’t happened. That was what people were saying.
We were lucky.
I didn’t feel lucky.
I felt empty.
The firefighters had shown up and were trying to control the raging fire within. We still had no idea what had caused it. Everyone was speculating it was an electrical fire. The building was
