Downstairs, I heard Frank’s drill stop.

The house fell quiet again, save for the hum of the furnace.

I carried the heavy garbage bags down the stairs, one at a time.

I piled them in the front hallway near Solene’s luggage.

Frank was waiting by the front door, his tools packed back into his metal box.

“All done, ma’am,” he said.

“Three new locks, four keys for each.”

“I also lubed the hinges on the front door so it won’t squeak anymore.”

“How much do I owe you?” I asked.

“Three hundred and fifty dollars,” he said.

I pulled my wallet out of my purse and handed him the cash.

“Thank you, Frank,” I said.

“You’re very welcome,” he said, taking the bills. “Take care of yourself.”

He stepped out onto the porch, and I closed the door behind him.

I inserted my new silver key into the deadbolt and turned it.

The lock clicked home with a deep, solid sound.

I stood there for a minute, my forehead resting against the cool wood of the door.

I was alone.