I didn't even go inside right away.
Instead, I turned and crossed the hallway, straight to the familiar blue door with the peeling paint…Mrs. Diggs' apartment.
I knocked gently.
I heard the familiar sound of wheels on tile, and a second later, the door creaked open.
Mrs. Diggs sat in her wheelchair, wearing her usual pink cardigan and a headscarf tied neatly under her head. She smelt faintly of lavender. Her eyes crinkled behind her glasses when she saw me.
"Ash, honey!" she said, her eyes lighting up. "Everything alright?"
"Yes ma'am. Mrs. Diggs…" I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. "I just found out what you did. With Mr. Warren. You gave him two hundred for my rent."
She waved a frail hand. "Pssh. Nonsense."
"No, it's not nonsense!" I said quickly. "Mrs. Diggs, I swear, I'll pay you back the second I get the money. I promise."