I Helped an Elderly Man Who Collapsed at a Bus Stop During a Heat Wave – That Evening, I Found a Note He Had Slipped Into My Pocket, and My Hands Started Shaking

My small apartment had no working air conditioning, and every step up the stairwell felt like walking through soup.

I had grown used to a lot of things in that building.

But the heat and the fear were the two I could never quite shake.

The fear had a name, and her name was Evelyn.

I could never quite shake.

She was my landlord, and for eight months she had made my life a slow, quiet nightmare.

Bogus fees.

Threats slid under my door.