Chapter 16Scads of questions arise in my head as I drive to work: Did I forget to lock the apartment door last night? Did I leave the balcony doors unlocked? Was there someone in my apartment besides Steve?
I park my rusted red Honda in a space at the end of the lot. Before I get out of the car, I try to call Steve. Wish him well before work, tell him that I’m thinking about him—a lot. Ask him if he had come back to my apartment sometime in the night? Was he the dark figure I had seen watching me in my dreams? Had he left the balcony doors unlocked?
My call goes to voicemail. I hang up before the beep. I’d rather talk to Steve, hear his voice. The honey-sweet sound of his slight lisp.
I want to tell him I miss him. His support kickstarts my spirits when I feel like the entire world is a
