They question me about tonight’s incident, and I spot at least another four officers making rounds up and down the hallway. I knew it, yet my stomach still drops when they tell me there’s a very high chance that whoever tried to get inside my apartment tonight were the same people who targeted this building a few days ago. “I don’t understand,” I tell the officers, my voice still shaky. “I was inside. It doesn’t make sense to break in when someone is inside, does it? D-Did they want to hurt me?”
