Chapter 5
SEVIN
Wednesday night
Phone in hand, the MyNeighbor app now on the screen, I scroll to Emily’s profile, noting the apartment number under her account. I take the elevator the single floor down, my pulse pumping.
I’m a wreck without some Jim Morrison or Zeppelin to calm me down, my mind racing a million miles a minute. I stare at my cell phone screen hard enough to break the glass.
Sweating beneath my t-shirt collar, my fingers are tingling, hair wrung and disheveled as I run one hand through my dark strands and use the other hand to pound on her door, my ears straining to listen for any noise inside.
I wait.
Nothing.
I knock two more times, fighting my need to break the damn door, when I hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps from behind me.
Like in the locker room at th
