ndra'
ttle going off and I realized I had f
blankly and my hands wrapped pe
ago. I raised it and saw the inscription: "World Bes
that I saw it. I should have thrown it away,
heard a knock on the door, and a white envelope was
the door and stared a
sages through an envelope. So wh
d and picked up the envelope, removing
I read the heading of the c
ute, trying to digest everything. My he
l two months le
mplete
y
y
to the kitchen to pick up my ph
some explana
earching for the phone number t
Landlord's
ked up, I cleared
tice right now," I said to him,
bout to be sold." He said with a co
trying to keep my voice together. "I have never d
f moment after which he sighed. "I am sor
was
ew minutes for m
and no explanati
to scream but I kept quiet because I knew if I sai
ly not the time
ays to find
vings! No backup plans!
e staring at me, I was still try
ng good is go
ra work at the community center
enter telling me that they regret to let me go–that it had somethi
ating. What is going on? My life is crashing b
essing thoughts. I checked to see if the identity o
one and a chuckle came thro
sitate to pick
o anger. The caller was none othe
much damage to me that I shouldn't even
r you." He said, afte
would rather die than he
said softly. "I want to help you. I h
?" I asked slowly, alread
e. It looked like he was contemplating whethe
lain it to you in person."
"Of course, you ju
0 am." He assured me and hung up th
ong time wishing that the ca
arriage, I have learne
t the type of man to give something
trusted him, I l
money. I will be homeless in the next
omething in me still believed that I should give
and very sleek. The windows went down and the dr
drove through the bus
minutes, we arrive
place where we had sealed
he door and greeted me. He tried to attemp
" He said w
ding my arms and tappi
for me to follow h
at I want you to tak
on?" I asked, bl
you together. Trust me you will like
have known that you are heartless."
w me to talk."
riage is over and don't you ever waste my time
im but trust me he will come for you.
f remorse for breaking up the m
nothing will ever bring
ying at the back of my mind, "who was this