I can still remember the chilling feeling that I felt that summer night; when the air was hot and the summer breeze drew the heat of summer in. The June air was refreshing and filled with the intoxicating aroma of freshly bloomed, wild flowers and now so was the office. My wild flowers had finally decided to bloom a little later than anticipated, but they actually ended up having the perfect timing. I only grew the wild flowers because of my mom’s love for them and so that she could enjoy them whenever and wherever she wanted, unfortunately that included the Hospice Center of Lancaster, because that is where she was now, and it killed me to see her there but her care was beyond our control in her current state, which reminds me that I really needed to take her a bouquet of her favorite wild flowers today. So in the short time that Nick had ran out to the store; I had gone from filing a few things away to emptying the entire filing cabinet’s contents onto the office floor, because I could not handle its complete disarray and unorganized state. I can still hear the sounds of the gravel skidding across the pavement as the screeching tires brought his car to an abrupt stop, somewhere between the sidewalk and the front door. He was yelling out, calling to me, but it was no use I couldn’t hear what he was saying. Then I heard him screaming for me as he came barreling in the front door in a complete state of hysteria. It was only then, at that exact moment, that I realized what he was screaming, as he yelled out again, “Jaime! What happened? The garage is on fire Jaime, I was only gone for twenty minutes! Help me please!” I remember jumping up as fast as I could and trying to run out of the office to get to him, to help him. There were papers flying everywhere as I turned out of the office and ran into the kitchen, and at that moment the sight was literally blinding me. The twenty-thirty foot flames that had engulfed the garage and now were acting like a s