#Chapter 73: Towards Accessibility

Grace I woke up to the blaring noise of the smoke alarm, disoriented and slightly panicked. I jumped out of bed, barely grabbing the robe I kept in Charles' room before I rushed downstairs towards the source of the smoke. I grabbed the fire extinguisher and hoped it wasn't expired as I reached the kitchen. "Damn it," Jackson cursed. "Shut up!" My shoulders slumped as there was no fire, and I realized that Jackson was back to ruining our kitchen. Smoke was billowing out of the oven, filling the kitchen with an acrid, burnt smell that made me cough. Amidst the smoke, I could see Jackson frantically waving a dish towel at the alarm, clearly trying to silence it, though he hadn't turned off the oven or turned on the exhaust fan, opened a window, or anything! "Jackson!" I called out, my voice both irritated and concerned. I pressed my arm to my face and turned on the exhaust fan. My eyes watered from the smoke as I ducked under a thick plume of it and opened the window. I went sear