Chapter Twenty-Eight
Renovations
***Lorana***
As we drove through the city, the palpable anticipation of what we would soon see made my stomach churn. After a few minutes, we arrived at the end of the cul-de-sac, where my apartment once stood, beside its still-standing twin, to be greeted by the sight of yellow caution tape surrounding the charred remains of a small building. The flames had been relentless, consuming everything in their path, leaving behind only black ash and scattered debris that seemed to mock the tragedy of the fire. It was heartbreaking.
“Wow,” was all I could say as I took it all in. I knew it was bad, but this is terrible!
In my fit of rage, I had managed to isolate the attack on my home and the empty one attached to it. All the other buildings were completel
