At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

and hard to watch a man stand in your hallway and choose the easier fire.

He stopped in front of me.

“Karen, don’t do anything permanent while everyone’s upset.”

I almost smiled.

“Too late.”

Neil tested the new deadbolt. Metal clicked. Clean sound.

Richard looked at the door, then at me. “You’re changing the code too?”

“Yes.”

His face did the thing. That wounded continue reading …