But I eventually discovered there was another reason.
And once I found the one detail she had overlooked, everything changed.
My name is Michael.
I’m 19 years old.
Three months ago, my parents died in a massive house fire.
It was the kind of night that divides your life into a before and an after.
One moment, I was their son and Vicky’s older brother.
The next, I was standing outside a burning house, watching the life we knew disappear.