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Broken Glass, New Ground

You have built this apartment into the first safe place you have ever known — secondhand furniture, a deadbolt you chose yourself, and a silence that belongs to no one but you. Then the ceiling starts dripping on a Tuesday morning, and a stranger with a toolbox and an unhurried voice is standing in your doorway asking if he can come in. You say yes because you have no choice. What you do not expect is that he will knock every single time after that — even when the door is already open.