Fire and Ice

by littlestar1988

I stood in front of the street at night as I watched my house disappear in flames. And yet as I admired it, I felt a strange sense of joy and freedom. I escaped. I was free. He could no longer hurt me. Drabble.

38. Chapter 38

Not mine.

Chapter 38

I was honestly a bit afraid to ask Ms. Stanley to take a few days off, thinking her answer would be no, but when she heard why I needed it- or rather asked every little detail, nosy enough to pry, just like her daughter -she proposed five days, since the funeral was after all in California, but I declined, needing only three days at most.

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