And facts, unlike feelings, cannot be argued away by a woman slapping her own thighs in a hallway.
I understood, typing in the dark, why they had always worked so hard to keep me emotional.
An emotional woman can be dismissed as dramatic.
A woman with a ledger is a woman with a case.
They had spent five years making sure I felt too much to think clearly.
The concussion, of all things, had finally made me cold enough to count.
At two in the morning I messaged the building’s HOA manager, a brisk woman named Yvette. Yvette — could you remotely unlock the service doors tomorrow at eight?
I need to move my things out of the unit.
The reply came fast. Lorna?
Aren’t you in the ER?