My room number was 203. I went back upstairs but still couldn't find the door.

Perhaps, I thought, I might start from here and build another life without knowing where my old life had gone.

THE ROOMING HOUSE BY FRED SKOLNIK 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 04

I got back late in the afternoon. Cars were double-parked in a roped-off area in front of the building but there were no cars parked at the curb, which I found odd. A teenage girl …