From Love to Hate, Never Again

A neighbor dropped something from above. From the seventeenth floor, a toy car plummeted down.

It struck my daughter on the head.

Three days later, she stopped breathing.

I cried until I fainted again and again. When I could finally stand, I swore I would drag that neighbor into court.

My husband, Anthony, held me in his arms, voice heavy with grief and tenderness.

“No matter what you do, I’ll stand by you. We will make them pay for our daughter.”

But on the day of the trial, the property management claimed the security footage from that day had been “accidentally damaged.”