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The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

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in the hallway wearing a navy jacket and holding a manila folder. Mid-forties, maybe. Heavy jaw. A red spot on his neck like he shaved too fast.

Behind him, I could see the stairwell door propped open with one boot.

Not his boot.

Someone else was waiting.

My thumb found 911 before my brain finished catching up.

The operator answered, and I whispered so continue reading …

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