“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

brother and fiancée. Eight people total.

She jammed my old key into the deadbolt. Turned it. Nothing.

The smart lock glowed a calm, arrogant blue.

And that’s when I hit Go Live in the family group chat.

Because some people don’t believe boundaries exist until they watch them happen in public.

My name is Caleb Mercer. I’m thirty-two. I write software for continue reading …