My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

from new numbers.

I don’t answer those either.

The penthouse is quiet again.

Saturday mornings, I make coffee and stand on the balcony while the harbor wakes up below, same as before. The fingerprints near the sliding door are gone now. I finally cleaned them.

The new keys feel different in my hand.

Heavier.

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