DEBORAH'S POV
The phone rang at eight-thirty in the morning, jolting me out of the first real sleep I'd had in days. It was not a peaceful sleep. I just needed to shut off my brain real bad.
I fumbled for it, still groggy, expecting another reporter or maybe even Elijah calling to gloat.
"Mrs. Rossi? This is Gary from SecureStore Storage Solutions."
The security guard. The one who'd been so friendly every time I visited Dad's unit.
"Yes?"
"I'm calling about the fire last night. Unit 42C. I'm real sorry about what happened."
I sat up in bed, suddenly wide awake. "What exactly did happen?"
"Electrical issue, looks like. Old wiring in that section of the building. The whole thing went up fast. Fire department couldn't save anything." His voice was apologetic, professional. "But the good news is everything was insured. You'll be compensated for the full value of your stored items."
