Part 1:

My son, Mason, was six years old. My daughter, Ellie, was four.

Both of them stood on the sidewalk in smoke-stained pajamas while firefighters sprayed water into what had once been our kitchen.

The roof gave way at 1:18 in the morning.

My husband, Ryan, was working the night shift at the hospital, so I drove the children to my parents’ house by continue reading …