her. I filed that away. Michael stepped closer.
“Emily, tell the police this was a misunderstanding.”
“A locksmith changed my lock.”
“Yes.”
“My belongings were removed.”
“Yes.”
“And you won’t let me inside.”
“I’m asking you to stay somewhere else tonight.”
“Where?”
“You have money. Get a hotel.”
He had waited until I was at work. He had called a locksmith. His mother was inside.
“The problem was never that I made you feel inferior,” I said.
Michael’s face hardened.
“The problem is that I spent so long making sure
