Wynter’s POV
Three days, I’ve been back three days, and I can’t find anywhere that is renting a room that I can afford.
I scour the ads on the board of the local grocery store, young professional, single male, over twenty five’s only, full time employment . . my heart hammers harder as I struggle not to panic. I still have time, fourteen days to be exact, fourteen short days to find somewhere, pass the checks, pack up and move.
Our apartment is almost barren, Madilyn and Hayley have already started to move their stuff to their new place, talking excitedly about the house party they are having to celebrate their new living arrangements. I don’t know whether to be offended or thankful that they haven’t invited me. I want to think its because they don’t want to rub salt in the wound of my
