“Tree made too many.”
The first time I noticed something was wrong was in November, about three months in.
I was doing the thing you do when you’re broke, where you refresh your bank app as if it’s going to reward you for paying attention, when I realized the balance hadn’t moved.
The $800 was still sitting there.
My stomach flipped because my first thought wasn’t “free money.”
It was: “He lost the check, and now I look like a woman who doesn’t pay her rent.”
So I knocked on his back door.
He opened it after a long pause.
“Mr. Alvarez, I think you might have misplaced my check. I can write you another one. It’s no problem. Just tear up the old one if you find it.”
He looked at me for a second too long.
“It’s handled,” he said.
Then he shut the door.
