My seven-year-old daughter told police, “He did it again”—then a metallic bang came from beneath our apartment
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Chapter 25 - The new apartment
I moved with Lily and Noah to a second-floor apartment across town.
No basement access from inside the unit.
That was not why I chose it.
Mostly.
The first week, power went out during a thunderstorm.
Lily froze.
I did too.
Then I checked the window.
Entire street dark.
No one had touched our breaker.
I said:
“Storm.”
Lily nodded.
Noah cheered because he liked flashlights.
We lit battery lanterns.
Ate cereal.
Twenty minutes later power returned.
No police.
No stairwell.
No hidden person.
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The nervous system learns through repetition.
Not speeches.
