next week.
Sarah had the lock changed and the code removed. My desk was back where it belonged, though one leg wobbled now. My bookshelf still had the coffee ring. I could have had Victoria pay to refinish it.
I didn’t.
I kept it there.
A small brown circle beside my copy of the Seattle fire code.
At 8:11, there was a knock.
Victoria stood in the doorway.continue reading …
