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I told Mr. Alvarez to deny the request immediately and to flag my unit in the building’s security system. Any guest, including my daughter, was to be stopped at the front desk and announced. I left my grocery cart right there in the produce aisle, walked out to my car, and drove straight to a hardware store. I hired a locksmith to change the deadbolt that very afternoon. I was shaking the entire time he drilled into the heavy wooden door, but it was not from fear. It was from a cold, creeping horror that the child I had raised, the girl who had worn Robert’s oversized sweaters and cried over bruised knees, was actively plotting to steal my independence.
That brings us back to the lobby, to the sting of the brass buckle against my cheekbone and the taste of copper in my mouth. Ashley had ambushed me…
