“That helps,” he said.
I looked at him. “Do I need to move?”
He held my eyes a second too long.
“We’re evaluating that now.”
I drove home with every muscle in me tight as cable. My apartment building looked the same as always. Red brick. Narrow balconies. Somebody’s wind chime clicking a few floors up. But when I unlocked my door, it no longer felt like continue reading …
