The city flinched before it understood what had happened.
In one afternoon, the quiet trade between landlords and lawmakers snapped, and the people used to whispering orders felt the floor slip.
A campaign line became binding law. Phones lit up in penthouses, in union halls, in legal aid basements. Smiles hid panic. Threats hid fear. And as rent notices hit cracked linoleum floors, a new kind of reckon… Continues…
