“My mother is a tenant,” I said coldly. “And the guarantor is withdrawing support. Initiate the eviction process if the rent isn’t paid by the 5th. You have my permission.”
“Are you sure?”
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Later that afternoon, I tried to buy a sandwich from the hospital cafeteria. I swiped my debit card.
Declined.
I frowned. Then I remembered.
