My Parents Arrived With Suitcases Like My Apartment Was Already Theirs

head of security was a man named Curtis. Mid-fifties. Navy posture. The kind of face that gave away nothing, which I appreciated.

He answered on the second ring.

“Lobby,” he said.

“It’s Savannah in twelve-oh-eight. I need an officer in the main lobby, please.”

I kept my voice even.

“My family is here with luggage, and there seems to be confusion about access continue reading …