The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

there with my hand on the handle, unable to move. My chest felt tight. My vision blurred at the edges.

Then I pressed my ear to the cold metal and held my breath.

A soft, shallow breath came back. Someone on the other side trying not to make a sound.

“Felicia,” I whispered.

The breathing stopped. Five seconds of absolute silence. Then a sharp intake of continue reading …