Her mind was a blank space. The landlord. The new landlord how? The man who had sent a letter about new rules, a letter she had thrown in a drawer and forgotten. It was peter? The man from the laundromat. The man who had used her in his car and in his empty apartment. The man who owned her body for an hour every Tuesday now owned her home.

His words echoed in her head. “Get on your knees. We can start with a down payment.”

Her body moved before her brain could catch up. The ...