After a few minutes, the spinning slowed enough so that Carla could let go of the wall with her right hand and grip the metal pull handle of the door. She breathed in again, ignoring the pain in her head, pain that spread through her body with the slightest movement, and yanked the door open.
She noticed the splintered wood around the dead bolt of her own apartment door first. The Indian man next door to her was talking with two policemen. Their tones were hushed and Carla didn’t have much interest in what they were saying. s**t like this was always going on here.
Closing her eyes, Carla pressed a quivering hand to her forehead. The memories of what had happened were coming back, filing into her consciousness like determined soldiers. She wasn’t so sure she wanted to remember, and now, w
