The sound was a sickening, crystalline CRACK . A single, jagged spiderweb exploded across the living room window, a three-foot-long fracture that let in a sudden, sharp gust of October air.
“What’s my deductible?”
She replied with a question mark. He didn’t answer. Instead, he put the phone down, picked up the stress ball, and squeezed it until his hand ached. renters insurance broken window
The next morning, a cheerful claims adjuster named Denise called. “Leo! Sorry about your window. Let’s get this sorted. Do you have photos?” The sound was a sickening, crystalline CRACK
“Exactly,” Denise said. “Renters insurance doesn’t cover the structure. That’s the landlord’s insurance. Your policy covers your stuff and your liability if you damage someone else’s property.” He didn’t answer
Five hundred dollars. Better than twelve hundred. A lot better. But still five hundred dollars he didn’t have.
The baseball glove felt like an extension of Leo’s own hand. It was a worn, chestnut-brown Rawlings, broken in over a thousand games of catch with his dad. Now, the glove sat on the floor of his cramped studio apartment, taunting him. Next to it was a dented can of cheap lager and the source of his shame: a brand-new, rock-hard baseball.