My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

him feel important. He believed stationery could lend competence through proximity.

The bottom drawer of the desk was locked.

Blake never locked anything unless he believed there was still time left to enjoy the lie.

I retrieved my backup keys from the bedroom safe.

The third key opened it.

Inside were folders. Old bills. Investor presentations. A half-finished continue reading …