Dennis and you were on the attic, since his mother asked him to put his vinyl's away up there, while you were there at their house. You went with him too. Everyone was home, his younger brother, Anthony. His older sister, Tanya. And his younger sister, Megan. and their parents. you knew they were all adopted.

You were helping Dennis find a spot to put his vinyl's on the attic, when you both could smell the faint smell of smoke.

"What is this?" You asked quietly.

"Like.. smoke?" He answered.