She knew Quentin would not be home when she arrived. A check of her many voice messages explained that he would be delayed at a client meeting. Deandra hated walking into an empty condo, hated those lingering few minutes of absolute stillness ripe with potential chaos. Her mind played over and over her egress earlier that day. Did I turn on the entry light? Did I turn off the flat iron? Did I lock the door? The elevator ride to the fifth floor was uneventful - only one passenger on at third carrying what looked like a yoga mat and dressed in work out clothes. It reminded Deandra that several days had elapsed since her last visit to the rooftop gym, and she then added those thoughts to the others swirling, whispering, taunting her already. She had played her voice messages on the bus ride north while making mental notes. Claire's car was acting up again. Sofia wanted to spend the summer in Texas. Her mom was planning a summer gathering. Her thirty y...
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