She couldn’t believe it. She had taken Chelsey for her regular check-up and when she came back, the high-chair and all of their things were on the sidewalk in front of the building where she lived. Horrified, she darted inside and straight to the rental office where the landlady coldly informed her that she had been evicted.
“But why?” she asked. “I’ve been a good tenant.”
“Yes, but my brother and his family lost their house. They need somewhere to stay. So, I’m giving them your apartment.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I can and I have. Give me your keys.”