Mia dragged herself up the stairs to her apartment, her feet aching after a full day of serving coffee and dodging questions from customers. Jenny had been particularly nosy today, asking strange questions about where she lived and who she stayed with. Mia had been vague, mentioning only that she rented a room from an elderly woman in the neighborhood.

As she fumbled with her keys, Mrs. Rodriguez from across the hall poked her head out.

"Another late night, Maya?" the elderly woman asked, ...