My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

walked through first.

Clear.

The locksmith changed the cylinder while I stood in the doorway holding my old keys, suddenly useless metal.

Mr. Talbot handed me a form. “We’ll have the building cover the lock replacement for now. Counsel will sort the rest.”

I signed.

My hand shook on the last letter.

In the bedroom, my closet doors were open wide. Empty hangers continue reading …