I didn’t sleep.

Every creak of the building, every car passing outside my window, every shadow that moved wrong had me reaching for my phone to call… who? The police? And tell them what—that someone had made vague threats about car accidents?

By morning, exhaustion and fury had crystallized into something sharp and unbreakable. Someone thought they could scare me off with anonymous phone calls and veiled references to my mother’s death. They were about to learn exactly how wrong they ...