5 HOURS LATER.
The house feels really different now.
An hour ago, everywhere was a mess of rough wood shavings and metal scraps from the old locks, but Cairo’s people didn't just fix the doors.
They even brought in a cleaning service to wipe down every surface. It’s like the house has been scrubbed clean of everything that happened this morning.
I’ve been sitting on the edge of the bed for five hours, watching them work while waiting for my hot chocolate to cool so it doesn’t burn my tongue.
I’ve had to give my thumbprints and show my ID so many times that my head is spinning.
My legs have been tapping the floor the entire time, just waiting for the moment they finally leave so I can see what they’ve actually done to our home.
"Ma'am," one of the men in the green uniforms calls o
