The receptionist gave her the contact information of a local legal aid organization.

In the elevator I found myself wondering how many people were one missed paycheck away from losing a home.

Trevor had confused a mansion with security.

I had sometimes made the same mistake in a more elegant way.

But security, I was beginning to understand, also meant having a place where someone could admit they were frightened without being punished for it.

Back in my car, I called my longtime operations manager, Rosa.