Nancy Bissonnette Bordine

Redemption

The text dinged on my husband’s phone. “Get home now!” our neighbor told us, “Your garage is on fire!” Turning around on the highway, our hearts sank when we saw the roiling cloud of black smoke nine miles away. My husband focused on driving safely while I screamed in horror with the realization of each precious thing we’d stored in the ‘Garage-Mahal’.