My heart sinks as that age-old knowing fear takes a grip on my throat, and I know my apartment will see a second break-in before sunrise. I am too tired for this.

This city is full of people with no scruples, and I am an easy target, especially in this state. I don’t have the energy to fight off two teens, even with my baseball bat and mace, not while I’m sick, messed up, and close to falling over with fatigue. I have no one around here that would intervene in any way, and the sad ...