Where did you get that ring

kept vibrating on the counter.

I turned it face down.

For one hour, I let myself exist without answering.

Then the knocking started.

Not at my apartment door.

At the front door of the building.

Someone buzzed my unit again and again until I finally pressed the intercom.

“Yes?”

My mother’s voice crackled through.

“Claire, let us in.”

Us.

Of course.

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