The Smoke Alarm Next Door Wasn’t Warning Me About a Fire

crossed my mind more than once. I even imagined having to run downstairs in my dressing gown while smoke poured into the hallway. But annoyance won over concern, and I convinced myself that Arthur was an adult who could handle his own problems.

Three days passed in a strange, smoky silence. The alarm didn’t go off on the fifth or sixth night, and I continue reading …