I woke up the morning after my discovery of the kittens with them crawling all over me. I guessed that they were a little younger than 8 weeks old. They were strong and independent; pouncing on my chest with their sizzling paws to wake me up.
They were well looked after. It made it harder to believe that their mother had just abandoned them.
I thought I knew the block. My entrance had been dramatic enough to introduce me to what I thought were the majority of strange goings on in the place. I walked the halls with a naive confidence that the building wouldn’t be able to surprise me anymore. I thought I was prepared for anything.
The events of the night before had squashed that confidence. I knew that the building had sealed off floor 9 after the fire, but I never considered the possibil
