Sunday morning, my doorbell camera alerted me before eight. Delphine’s car pulled into the driveway, followed by a rented moving truck. Mom and Dad arrived behind her carrying coffee like this was some cheerful family project. Delphine walked confidently toward the front door with the old key Mom had copied from my previous apartment. She inserted it, twisted, and nothing happened. Then she tried again. I watched from inside while her smile slowly disappeared.
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