#Chapter 34 It All Falls Down

I was enjoying a nice evening at home when I heard a pounding at my door. I looked out the peephole and saw that it was my landlord. Confused since I had already paid that month’s rent, I opened the door only enough to show my face. “Good evening, Mr. Schmidt,” I said in the most cheerful voice I could muster. “What can I help you with?” “I need you out of here by tomorrow,” he said, hardly even looking at my face. “What? Why?” “I don’t rent to convicted murderers.” I paled. How did he know about that? “Mr. Schmidt, please, let me explain. My ex-boyfriend caused a fatal accident and manipulated me into taking the fall for it. That’s why I ended up in jail.” Mr. Schmidt eyed me for a moment, as though he were considering what I was saying, but then he shook his head. “I don’t care what your excuse is,” he said as he lit a cigarette. “I want you out of here by 8 a.m. tomorrow.” “But…I can’t possibly find a new place to stay…and I don’t know how I’m going to get all of my stuff o