and he thought i was responding to the call, just like he was.
“there is no 301, and 201 is my apartment. my sister. i’m going to check the pool. she spends a lot of time there.” before he could respond, i ran off towards the front office and the pool. i looked back and forth as i ran, hoping to see her walking the dogs, or coming back from the pool, a towel around her neck, with her daughter shoving popcorn from the front office in her mouth. nothing. the pool was empty, the office locked. i made my way back to the apartment, blood pumping hard in my head 