I was heading on a business trip when my flight was canceled. I came home early and opened the door to a stranger wearing my robe. She smiled and said, ‘You’re the realtor, right?’ I nodded and stepped inside.

She smiled at me politely.

“Oh,” she said. “You must be the realtor, right? My husband said you’d come to evaluate our apartment.”

For one second, everything inside me dropped.

But my face didn’t move.

“Yes,” I heard myself say. “That’s me.”

She stepped aside easily, completely unsuspecting. “Great. He’s in the shower. Feel free to look around.”

I walked in slowly, my heart hammering so loudly I was almost sure she could hear it.

The apartment looked wrong.