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 peephole at them both.

“That,” I said, “is the first practical question either of you should have asked before trying to steal my apartment.”

Then I walked away from the door.

Blake stayed in the hallway for eleven more minutes. He knocked softly. He called. He texted.

Nora, please.

You don’t understand.

We need to talk privately.

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