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.

The locks are changed. And I’m holding the fake occupancy papers and your fraudulent credit application.”

The silence stretched.

When he spoke again, his voice had changed.

Not into apology.

Into fear.

“Nora,” he said, “don’t overreact.”

“Too late,” I said. “I’m not reacting anymore. I’m filing.”

“You went through my drawer?”

“In my apartment.”

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