I wasn’t expecting anyone.

Margaret always called my landline before driving down from her office in the strip mall, and the building manager only came by on the first morning of each month to pick up the utility receipts.

I went down the short front hallway, unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the heavy wooden door open.

Brandon was standing on the narrow concrete landing under the porch light.

He wasn’t in his tailored navy work suit or the shiny leather dress shoes he always wore to impress clients.