Old memories mingled with the present as Reyona looked at the gaping maw that used to be her lovely home.

Memories of the first time she had been here.

Memories of the person she had been there with.

Memories of how it seemed like her life was working according to plans then.

Yet here she was.

Unable to stand on her own, divorced, and practically homeless.

The fire seemed to have gotten most of the building and only a little of the original structure could be seen standing while new attachments were already constructed to even out what must have been charred remains a week ago.

“We can leave now...