We freeze in the doorway. My apartment is trashed. The furniture is upturned, cushions were thrown about. I don’t have much in this apartment but what is here has been tossed like a caesar salad.
“Stay here,” Jay commands.
I nod, clutching my chest. What if they’re still here. What if they have a weapon? Apprehension soaks my skin.
“Jay!” I call out.
“It’s ok. I think whoever it was gone. We should call the police.” Jay appears at the mezzanine balcony, reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his phone
“No!” I rush toward Jay. Please don’t. It won’t help.”
He looks like he’d like to argue with me, but for now, at least, he frowns and pockets his phone.
I make my way upstairs to join Jay. In my bedroom, the draws are emptied. The few clothes I own are strewn all over the floo
