The Neighbors Accused Me of Child Abuse, But I Live Alone
Language: en
Midnight. My phone was vibrating off the hook. Brenda from 1107 had tagged me eighteen times in the residents' group chat. “To the young lady in 1207, the holidays are coming up. Try to find some decency!” “The way you beat that child every day… the noise is going to give me a heart attack!” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and typed back. “I live alone. You must be mistaken.” Suddenly, Doris, the owner of 1307, jumped in. “Honey, when you’re wrong, just admit it. Being stubborn won’t get you anywhere.” “I’m a stickler for details. When I heard the child screaming, I went door to door,…