He bought his house a few months ago and while he was at work, night before last, it burned. No one was hurt. The new dog is fine. The house is not.
I talked to him a couple of times yesterday. The shock is starting to wear off now. He said that it feels like some kind of invasion. I think I understand what he means.
I told him that I knew that if it had been my house that burned down he would have been there in a heartbeat, doing whatever he could to help. I said that I didn't know what to do to help him. He laughed and told me he loved me.
He said he would call if he needed anything. So I wait. And worry. And pray. What else is there?
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