Helpful Harvey: Part Three
- Hamlin
- Jun 12
- 5 min read
The next morning, Harvey woke before his alarm. The sun barely cracked the grimy windows, but Harvey was up, dressed, and standing in the hallway with his ear to the door. Through the paper-thin drywall he heard Christine padding around, her voice rising and falling in muffled bursts. At exactly 7:33 AM, as if scripted, the knob to her apartment jiggled and Christine spilled out onto the landing, a purse dangling from one elbow, phone clutched in the other hand.
