I call 911 while running across the apartment complex to see if maintenance can get the door open before the fire department. Maintenance is unreachable. I hear sirens and pray they'll get through the gate quickly enough. I run back upstairs to our apartment and burst through the front door still on the phone with the dispatcher, apartment management trailing behind me. I turn the hall corner, Anthony is holding Harper tightly in the hallway amid shards of shattered door wood and scattered tools. Landon and Harper are both crying. I am too, but these are tears of pure relief.
Now we're off to go do something fun with our precious babes and forget about what happened. But not before we head to Home Depot and get a lockless doorknob.