My Wealthy Grandmother Left Me a Single Brass Key and No Inheritance
“I cannot help you, Emily,” he said, turning back to his recycling bins. “The owner is very strict about the deposits. He does not allow any payment plans.”
I pulled my phone from my pocket, my fingers moving slowly as I opened my banking application. The screen took a long time to load, the little circle spinning against the white background before the balance finally appeared.
Twenty-two dollars and sixteen cents.
“Can I have just a few days to get the money together?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “I have some things I can sell. I just need a place to sleep tonight.”
“I cannot do it, Emily,” Mr. Landis said, his voice flat. “No deposit, no key. It is as simple as that.”
I walked back out to my car and sat behind the wheel, staring at the peeling green paint on the building’s front door. The steering wheel was cold under my hands, and the small silver ring on my finger felt heavier than ever before.