The blast rang in Tessa’s ears. For a few seconds, she just stood there, frozen, not fully processing what had happened until the sharp, metallic scent of something burnt hit her nose.

Without thinking, she ran straight to the kitchen.

“This can’t be happening again!” she shouted, staring at the disaster in front of her.

Food splattered across the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. A pot was upside down on the counter, and its lid was nowhere to be found.

She just stood ...