Eyes in the Walls

SIENNA

When I open my apartment door, my hands shake so strongly I can barely turn the key. The smell of old coffee and stale cigarettes strikes me. Tired from the commotion at the hospital, the twins sob gently in their carrier. Desmond, Teo's lieutenant, looks over the hallway again behind me before following me into the building.

He orders, his heavy Boston accent breaking through my haze of un