It was a peaceful night on September 5, 1997. Until the smoke slowly began to creep up the stairs from the kitchen, making its way into the master bedroom. The smoke formed a cloud that looked like an awful dirty blanket that had been left outside for way too long. It laid heavy on the cool fall air. A man and his wife laid fast asleep in their bed, unaware of the impending danger waiting to make its presence known.
The man slowly moved half asleep in a sleepy daze, slowly waking up with the smell of thick, heavy smoke filling his lungs. He jolted up when he realized the smell of smoke wasn’t a dream, it was real. He pushed at his wife trying to wake her up. Hearing the cry from their daughter for her mom from her room. His wife woke up finally with a few firm pushes and him shouting “Lily get up! GET UP!” Darting up, she screamed “Chloe!”. They both looked at each other and they just knew what they had to do.
Lily ran down the upstairs hallway with wet towels she had gotten from their bathroom and draped them around her, to Chloe's room she gathered up the 3-year-old and wrapped her in the wet towels that were on her.
As the fiery monster devours the walls and floors, she ran through and down the stairs, only to run into the maid and her kids. Lily left Chloe with them while she went back upstairs to get their other child but found themselves locked in the room with no way to escape. The butler and the maid ran to Ontario with Chloe and their kids never to be seen again in a town on the outskirts of Toronto, Ontario.
That’s when the lies started to happen for what would feel like ages. Once you start a lie, no matter for what reason or cause you must keep to that lie till the end.