Your Father, Peter
Sam turned the key, and the door to unit 115 slid up effortlessly. He immediately had to shut it behind him as a sheet of freezing rain was blowing sideways, and right into him. He stood in the dark for a second while fumbling to find the flashlight on his phone. At first he was shocked at how empty it was as the little beam of his light illuminated the small space. In the corner was an old desk, surrounded by a few cardboard boxes.
