When my landlord Amanda threw my clothes in the trash and locked me out without warning, I thought I’d lost everything. But just a day later, karma struck—she was evicted and dragging her furniture to the curb.
Ever since turning 18, I’d dreamed of living on my own. When I could finally afford it, I found a charming apartment owned by Mr. Fred but managed by his daughter, Amanda.
Three months in, things soured—and my dream home turned into a nightmare.
