My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

I wanted Mara scared. I wanted my mother crying. I wanted my father to feel exactly one hour of the helplessness he’d handed me so easily.

Instead I said, “My keys.”

Going Back Upstairs

Mr. Talbot had already called building security.

By 10:04, a uniformed guard named Hector accompanied me, Mr. Talbot, and a locksmith to the private elevator bank for continue reading …