Apartment 6:

With silent automatic movements, she slumped into a chair and put the radio on. She began listening but soon memories took over. Thoughts and memories tumbled.
To be anonymous. She had had enough of being frightened when she was a child. Her dad. His friends. Growing up. And before prison, her friends. Two years out of prison. Fresh air. In prison she'd learned not to be frightened of anyone. No one to be frightened of now. Not in work. Nor here, provided she kept her distance and everyone else kept theirs.
No, no one frightened her now. Apart from herself.