Senior Merit's hands were formed into balls, his feet were moving up and down, he kept on moving at the back seat as he looked left and right. He was agitated. His house was currently burning, and he was still there inside the coolest car he'd ever seen with Warren and his friend, the owner of the car, Mikael.
He had never called his wife yet, and silently, he was very thankful that they were not there when this happened. His decision of sending them to the other town was at least a reasonable decision, what could have been worse to happen if they're there.
Nonetheless, it only took out the smallest part of his worry, he was still hugely anxious because almost everything, of their twenty-five years of living and building memories in that house, literally everything, was in that house, a
