Fleeing the Flames “Got your passports? Underwear? Flashlight radios?” My family of five split into two cars, figuring a car saved was a car gained. Mid-dinner, “Evacuation Order" pinged on our phones. The inferno scorched the foothills, threatening our San Jose, California, home. We sped to a beachside inn, the waves our protector. Amid the hazy Pacific air, Dad-bereft of utensils-whomped a watermelon open. My sister, Arianna, humored spotty video classes. My mom and my brother, Aidan, dug a sand tunnel. Whether our house would survive was anyone's guess, but in this salty seaside suite, we found hearth and home. -Melody Cao