5 a.m., I’m sipping coffee at my waterfront condo when security calls: “Your sister’s here with movers—she says she owns the place.” I don’t rush. I just smile and say, “Let her in.” She has no idea what I’ve already prepared.
I woke to a sharp beeping that sliced through the dark. The kind of sound that yanks you out of sleep before your mind understands what is happening. For a moment, I lay completely…