The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

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I wanted that to sound like a fact. It came out like a prayer.

I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter, then slid the chain across the front door. The deadbolt was already locked. Thank God for the deadbolt my brother Mark installed after my downstairs neighbor’s ex punched through the lobby glass last June.

I looked through the peephole.

A man stood continue reading …