I Was Asked to Leave the Home I’d Been Paying For, and I Made a Quiet Decision the Next Day.

I should have closed the door. But something in her face made me step aside and let her in.

She sat on my couch—a new couch, bought from IKEA, nothing fancy but mine—and looked around the apartment.

“It’s nice,” she said.

“It’s small.”

“It’s yours.”

We sat in silence for a moment.

“I moved out of the house,” she said finally. “I couldn’t afford it on my continue reading …