At 5 A.M., Security Called To Say My Sister Had Movers—So I Told Them To Let Her In

the living room, Bronson continued rummaging. He opened the cabinet under the TV, checked the drawers by the kitchen sink, pulled open the closet by the entryway.

He moved with purpose. He even hummed softly as if nothing in the world could go wrong for him today.

I told Lydia that I loved her. That was not part of any strategy. It was the truth.

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