Wynter’s POV
Panic, that’s all I’m feeling right now, from the moment I wake up to the moment I go back to sleep, the fitful, broken kind that is filled with nightmares of living under a bridge in a cardboard box, all I have coursing through me, is sheer unadulterated panic. It doesn’t help that classes have already started again, lectures and homework now cutting into the time I have to, not only look for somewhere to live but also another job to pay for the luxury of a roof over my head.
How long have I got before I’m forced to consider living in my car? I check my cell, groaning as I see I’m down to eight days, I have to be out next Friday.
I pull Bertie into a space outside of the fourth grocery store I’ve visited today after this morning’s classes, cutting the engine and climbing o
