“Be prepared for the worst,” the fire chief warned us that January night last year. “There’s been a lot of damage.”
A little after midnight my neighbors and I had been forced out into the cold by a blaze in our apartment building. Now, hours later, the fire extinguished, it was finally safe for us to reenter our homes—what was left of them, anyway—and collect a few essential belongings.
Accompanied by a firefighter and a Red Cross volunteer, I opened the door to my apartment, feeling sick with anxiety. I didn’t have renter’s insurance. What if I had lost everything? My furniture, my clothes, my books and—I didn’t even want to think about it—my collection. No amount of money could begin to replace that.
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