Nancy believed that things couldn’t get much worse when her landlord ordered her and her three girls to leave their rented house for a week.
However, an unexpected encounter with the landlord’s brother exposed a startling betrayal.Although it’s not much, our residence is ours.
Every step makes the floors groan, and the kitchen’s paint is flaking so severely that I’ve begun to refer to it as “abstract art.”
It’s home, though. That’s how my children Lily, Emma, and Sophie make it feel, with their giggles and small gestures that remind me why I work so hard.
I thought about money all the time. Our rent and expenses were barely met by my work as a waiter. There was no safety net or contingency plan.
I wasn’t sure what we would do if something went wrong.The following day, as I was hanging out washing to dry, the phone rang.”Hello?” Tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear, I responded.
“It’s Peterson, Nancy.”I felt my gut clench at his voice. Mr. Peterson, hello. Is everything in order?As casually as if I were asking me to tend his plants, he added, “I need you out of the house for a week.”
