Scrolling past countless dismal options, she nearly skipped over an apartment that looked familiar. She did a double-take, eyes narrowing. The unit looked strangely like hers—the layout, the details, even the pastel accents she’d chosen. Her heart skipped a beat as she clicked on the listing.
The realization hit her like a punch. It was her apartment, listed online. Mr. Perkly had put it up for sale without a word, ignoring the fact that her lease was still active. Stacey’s mind reeled as she tried to steady herself, her thoughts a storm of disbelief and anger.