The Doorbell That Changed Everything
The woman at my front door did not hesitate for even a second.
She pressed the doorbell with the impatient confidence of someone who already believed she belonged inside the house, and when I opened the door she barely glanced at my face before removing her designer coat and handing it to me as if I were part of the furniture.
Her perfume drifted past me in a cloud of expensive floral notes.
Then she gave a casual instruction.
“Tell Richard I’m here.”
