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

about that sort of thing. Trauma sharpens habits like lock-checking. I never left my door unsecured.

I told him I had not, and he gave a small awkward smile before walking away.

The elevator ride to the 12th floor felt longer than usual. I replayed his question again and again. There was something off about the way he had phrased it, like he had been continue reading …