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

impressions quickly in a building like ours.

The First Seeds of Doubt

One morning, I went downstairs for coffee. My chair glided easily across the polished lobby floor. I could smell the roasted beans before the elevator doors fully opened.

May greeted me with her usual warmth and handed me my regular order before I could even ask.

Then she asked if I continue reading …