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

the 12th floor had always been my sanctuary. The one place where I could breathe without the weight of the world pressing against my ribs. But at 5 in the morning, even the sanctuary feels fragile.

My phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. I rolled toward it and answered, expecting maybe a malfunction or some kind of fire drill.

Instead, I heard continue reading …