After finishing my breakfast, I decided to head back to the apartment I shared with Jian. Just as I was getting into the car, my phone buzzed.
“Hey, Zelda, let’s meet at the apartment,” Jian said, her tone urgent.
“What’s going on?” I asked, already sensing trouble.
“I’m not sure, but the landlord called and said we needed to come over immediately. Let’s meet there.”
“Alright. I’m already on my way,” I replied.
The drive to the apartment felt tense, though I couldn’t put my finger on why. When I arrived, it wasn’t long before Jian showed up. Together, we headed upstairs.
The sight that greeted us on our floor stopped us in our tracks—our belongings were scattered outside the apartment. Clothes, bags, shoes—everything we owned was thrown out like garbage.
The landlord
