There were forty-seven steps between the parking lot and her apartment's door. 

The first ten steps she made easily. But the shadows were dark, and her heels clicked too loud, so on the eleventh step, she quickened her pace. 

On the eighteenth step, she got her sharp keys out of her purse. 

She started to run on step thirty-six. 

The door closed behind her back, and the kitchen lights blinded her, but for the first time today, she felt like she’d won.