Inside a small apartment on the outskirts of London, a woman is pacing her kitchen; her phone pressed tight against her ear. A few feet away, a baby coos in his high chair, playing with a pair of wooden blocks. The woman glances at him periodically as she talks to the person on the other end of the line. The call doesn’t go well; when she hangs up, she looks to be on the verge of tears. She puts the phone down on top of a well-wrinkled notice on the table. In big, bold letters, the notice proclaims that her failure to pay rent has sparked eviction proceedings.
