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“Breaking news,” the announcer said. “A gas explosion destroyed a home on Maple Lane early this morning. Fortunately, no one was inside.”
The cup slipped from my hand and shattered. I froze as the address was repeated — it was our house.
I couldn’t speak.
Later that day, a firefighter told me the cause had been a gas leak that had built up for months. “Whoever used to live there,” he said, “is very lucky.”
Lucky. Or protected.
The Lesson I’ll Never Forget
Weeks passed. Life was far from easy, but it was peaceful. I found a job at a small bakery, and the children started new schools.
