Fyn had just walked up to the house when he heard Burger barking and looked up to see a billowing cloud of black smoke billowing out of the kitchen window. Panic set in, and he almost felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Rowan!” he roared as he raced into the house.
As soon as he opened the front door, Burger came running out, still barking to get his attention. Fyn told Burger to stay and rushed inside to help the panicked dog’s owner. He didn’t know what he would find, and his mind had begun spinning through the worst-case scenarios. The tenuous control he had over his temper snapped the moment he saw Rowan. She stood amid the thick smoke trying to reach the smoke alarm, but ignoring the pan still flaming on the stove.
“What the hell is going on?” he shouted.