LUCIA

By the time we got to my house, my heart was still pounding like a drum.The maintenance guy had insisted on driving, and I didn’t argue. My hands were trembling too much to even hold the steering wheel steady.

As soon as he parked in front of my building, I sat there for a second, staring blankly at the dashboard. My fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. “What if he does something stupid?” I whispered. “What if he tries to come after me?”

He turned off the engine and looked at me ...