“You think being difficult makes you special?”
“I think owning the house means you don’t get a key.”
“The HOA requires emergency access.”
“Then they can get a court order.”
Darren glanced toward the street.
“You don’t get to decide this.”
“I absolutely decide who gets a key to my home.”
He stepped closer.
I did not move.
“Last chance.”
“No.”
His hand moved toward the holster.
Everything inside me became quiet.
There are moments when the world gets louder.
Then there are moments when it does the opposite.
The birds disappeared.
Traffic disappeared.
The hum of the neighbor’s air conditioner disappeared.
