The fire burned fiercely that day.
When the blaze broke out, my mom and stepdad were in the countryside, eating barbecue and singing to celebrate Nolan's birthday.
So they had no idea that the fire raged for three days and three nights.
It wasn't until a nearby river patrol passed by and saw it that they urgently called the police.
Unfortunately, under the power of 999 gallons of gasoline, that home had already been reduced to ruins, without a single intact tile in sight.
In the news footage, my mom let out a wail and fell to her knees.
Of course, she was heartbroken over the house – after all, she still needed that property to support her lover and his baggage!
The next moment, seeing firefighters carry out a charred corpse from the ruins, my sister and Melody also dropped to their knees.
That body was arranged by the fake death organization.
After all, to slip away unnoticed and start a new life, everyone had to believe I was dead.