I was exhausted. My back ached from lifting boxes after standing on my feet all day at the school. I felt like my 11 years of loyalty meant nothing.

My neighbor, Mrs. Gable, stopped by to say goodbye. She was packing her kitchen too.

“They’re doing this to everyone, Evelyn,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “They want us out so they can renovate and rent to the college kids from the university. There’s nothing we can do. The rich always win.”

This made me feel even more helpless. I felt a deep, quiet sadness that I couldn’t shake.

On Saturday, Maya came over to help me pack. She was 25, had just graduated from Ohio State Law School, and was waiting for her bar exam results. She had a mountain of student debt and lived in a tiny room with two roommates, but she had always been my pride and joy.

She saw the boxes stacked in the hallway. She saw my tired eyes and the dark circles under them.

“Let me see the lease, Mom,” Maya said, sitting on the dusty linoleum kitchen floor.

I pulled the old lease out of the blue binder. It was dusty and the edges were yellowed from 11 years of sitting in the kitchen drawer.

Maya flipped through the pages. She read the standard clauses about maintenance and security deposits. When she reached the very last page, she stopped. In Section 14, labeled “Special Provisions,” Mr. Abernathy had hand-written a paragraph in blue ink.

Both Mr. Abernathy and I had initialed it in the margin.

“Look at this,” Maya whispered, her eyes widening.

The clause read: “Landlord agrees that rent for Unit 3B shall remain fixed at $900 per month for as long as Evelyn Vance resides in the unit, and this lifetime covenant runs with the land, binding all heirs, successors, and future buyers of the property.”

Mr. Abernathy had deliberately protected me. He knew the neighborhood was changing, and he wanted to make sure I would never be priced out of my home.

Mr. Sterling’s company had bought the building in a foreclosure package and had never checked the physical lease files. They had assumed I was on a standard month-to-month agreement.