It was her dream apartment. She knew she couldn’t afford it when she signed the lease. It had been a miracle they’d let her move in. She sat on the deck in the morning watching the waves. She took long walks in the evening after work, feeling the sand between her toes, closing her eyes and inhaling the salt air. She’d felt like the woman she always wanted to be.
It was morning. She was sitting on the floor next to the picture window as the sun rose, watching the wind whip through the palm trees that lined the beach. She listened to the waves, sipping from a to-go cup. The knocking was getting louder.
“Sheriff’s Department! Open the door or we’ll be forced to break it down!”
She’d just finish her coffee.