“Peyton!” Robbie yells. His footsteps pad down the hallway, and he suddenly appears, dressed in only a pair of pajama pants. His panicked eyes zoom to me, the stove, and the smoke alarm above the kitchen table that’s raging with three long, loud beeps over and over. He pulls open the balcony doors and then grabs a throw blanket from the couch, waving it near the alarm. The smoke dissipates as he fans it toward the open door. I’m just standing here, leaning up against the counter, frozen.
