“Ah!” Mrs. Newton screamed, rushing toward the kitchen.

A series of crackling sounds followed, and a thick cloud of smoke billowed out.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Mrs. Newton emerged from the smoke, her hair disheveled with unnatural curls, eyebrows singed off, and her face blackened from the fire. Clearly, she had been scorched.

Michael hurried over to check on her. “Honey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she coughed. “Just the food got burned.”

“Burned? Just cook it again.”

Michael pulled her into a comforting hug, then turned to the kids. “Alright, everyone, stop standing around. William, take your brother upstairs and watch him closely. Let me know the moment he wakes...