This time the notification was from the lock app.

I turned it over.

The screen said Front Door Opened, then Front Door Opened again.

Behind that, Mark’s message still glowed with the exact dollar amount.

The brass handle I had chosen in September was turning in someone else’s hand.

The front door was open.

I put the phone in the cupholder and pulled my door shut with both hands so it wouldn’t bang.

“Don’t answer him,” I said.