Finnegan
There were firefighters on my fucking lawn.
My eyes moved up the building of my home, where a thin thread of smoke was still curling from the kitchen wing, heavy in the night air.
Victoria was on the sidewalk wrapped in a grey blanket, two paramedics crouched around her. Her hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders,and her mascara ran in long black lines down her face.
She cradled a picture frame against her chest. My brother's face pressed against the blanket like she was shielding it from the smoke.
I crossed to the head firefighter. "What happened?"
"It was a kitchen fire, sir. We were able to contain it to the east wing, but the damage is significant though. We'll assess the building some more tomorrow but I wouldn't recommend anyone staying in the building tonight."
"Dom," Victoria sniffed behind me. "I didn't mean to. I was making a casserole and I… I forgot it was in the oven. I went to lie down and when I woke up the smoke alarm…"
