PART 2

The next morning, my mother arrived before sunrise. First, I heard the scraping sound. Metal against metal. Then the angry twist of her old key in the lock. Through the security camera, I watched her frown, try again, then pound on the door.

“Rachel! Open this door!”

Eli stirred behind me.

“Mommy?”

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered. “We’ll have pancakes soon.”

My mother shouted through the door.

“You changed the locks? On your own mother?”

I opened it with the chain still latched. She stood there in her church coat, face powdered, eyes hard.

“You embarrassed me,” she hissed.