I stood there, still shaking, listening to the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the driveway. Within minutes, I heard the sound of my dad’s car pulling up. He didn’t ask questions when he saw me on the porch, my arms wrapped around myself.
He just pulled me into a hug, holding me tight as I tried to catch my breath. “He’s gone,” I whispered, still stunned by how fast it had all fallen apart. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of quiet knocking on my door.
I still felt numb from the night before, the echoes of Jason’s angry words playing in my mind. I dragged myself to the door and opened it to see Maggie standing there, holding a small basket of freshly baked muffins. “Hey, I heard about what happened,” she said softly.
“I’m really sorry.”
I managed a weak smile, surprised she knew so quickly. “Thanks, Maggie. I’m okay.”
She handed me the basket.
“I just wanted to bring these up. It’s nothing, but I figured you could use something sweet.”
I took the basket, feeling a warmth I hadn’t felt since Jason had stormed out. “You didn’t have to do that.
Thank you.”
Maggie smiled gently, then hesitated. “You know, I just want to say… I’ve had a lot of landlords over the years. Some bad, some worse.
But you? You’re one of the good ones. You actually care, and I’ve always appreciated that.”
I stood there for a moment, watching her walk back downstairs.
The house felt a little less empty, a little more like home again. And for the first time in days, I felt like I was going to be okay. Liked this story?
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