The door is latched. The blinds are drawn.

The hum of my fan playing a breezy steady tune. The whoosh of cars passing in the distance. The conversations of neighbors—muffled and indistinct. The flush of the toilet next door. The thud of a drawer hastily shut.

These are the sounds holding my heart together.

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