Her expression said it all. “I didn’t expect you to come back so soon,” she admitted.
As it turned out, Lisa had been secretly renting out my home for a year and keeping the money.
I didn’t involve the police, but I did insist she return every dollar she’d earned.
That was the end of our friendship.
Still, I chose to move forward.
I downsized, started over, and eventually began renting out the house myself — legally and on my own terms.
Lisa still lives across the street.
We no longer speak. But I’ve reclaimed my space — and my peace.
