The fire alarm went off.
It was very loud. We took the stairs instead of the elevator and went outside.
There were only about 20 people outside and we stood up on the side of the driveway. The building was lit up with women looking out their windows, holding the shade aside.
A few weeks ago one of the doorman had told me that if there was a fire, a good amount of the residents wouldn’t be able to get down on their own. My building is mostly widows, and many of them have in home care.
I looked up at all the women still in the building, and I knew that there wasn’t a fire and I knew that probably most of them just didn’t want to come outside.
But I still felt like crying.