I pressed the phone tighter.

“And he asked for the emergency code specifically?”

“He said the front keypad thing was too new, and you told him to use the side door while the sticker was still on it.

He knew about the sticker, Mom.

He described it exactly.

So I believed him.”

There it was.

All week I had been picturing some stranger in a hooded sweatshirt punching in numbers.