“For months, my neighbor kept borrowing money. What I discovered later rewrote everything I thought I knew.”
When Lena first rented the modest apartment next to mine, she blended in easily—just another person trying to rebuild a life that had gone off course. She was soft-spoken, respectful, and never knocked on my door without apologizing first. Her requests were modest in the beginning: a few bills to get groceries before her paycheck…
