Determined to get to the bottom of it, I sifted through my emails and correspondence, searching for any overlooked notices or warnings. Hours passed as I combed through digital records, each empty inbox and archived email fueling my frustration. The clock ticked mercilessly as I struggled to piece together the missing information. Finally, late into the evening, I came across an email chain buried in my spam folder. It was from the property management, dated a month ago, outlining overdue payments and warning of potential eviction. My stomach sank as I read through the emails, the reality of my oversight dawning on me. I had missed crucial communications, and now I was paying the price.
