The scream woke me in the middle of the night. And she kept screaming. It wasn’t the kind that just gets your attention; it was different because she was running, her sandals slapping between her feet and the concrete. I was hesitant about sleeping with the windows open in the first place. Ten seconds later, quiet; I listen for anyone in my building to make a move. Nothing—no doors opening, no shuffling, no sounds. I somehow fall back asleep. There were no sirens. The sun rises and I remember the hours before and wonder what happened.