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

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He asked me questions about my rehab, about whether the building was comfortable for me, about the view from my balcony. They were harmless questions on the surface, the sort that make normal conversation.

Yet even then, I noticed the way his eyes flicked around the condo with a kind of evaluation.continue reading …