Family Landlords Raise the Rent to Force One Sister Out

The bottom drawer of my desk slid open with a metallic squeak, but the green folders for Pacific Power and NW Natural were completely empty.

I had kept those records in perfect order for twenty-four months, filing every paper statement on the second Saturday of each month.

Now, only a few loose paperclips and a dried-out rubber band remained at the bottom of the plastic tray.

Someone had gone through my personal desk drawer while I was at the agency.

I reached to the very back of the drawer, my fingers brushing against a thick, folded piece of cream-colored paper that had slipped behind the metal divider.

It was a county tax document addressed to our building, but the delivery name on the front was printed in sharp black ink that did not belong there.

The envelope had already been slit open with a neat, clean slice across the top.

I pulled out the single sheet of paper inside and laid it flat against the desk.

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