Burning Love to Ashes

When I woke up choking on thick smoke, I calmly dialed my boyfriend’s work number three times—he’s a fire captain.

When he finally answered, all I got was his angry yelling: “Don’t be jealous, I’m just doing my job. Do you really have to joke about a fire?”

In the noisy background, I could hear Ivy gushing, “Thank you so much! You’re my hero!”