The eviction notice arrived on a Tuesday, three days after I’d complained to the city about the black mold spreading behind my bathroom wall.
My landlord’s lawyer called it “a scheduling coincidence.” I called it retaliation. Either way, I had thirty days and a stack of medical bills from my daughter’s asthma flaring up.
Then his office called with an offer.
$40,000, cash, if I signed a waiver and moved out quietly. No lawsuit. No health department follow-up. No paper trail.
I signed it in his office, watched him practically float with relief…