6 weeks later
Lyra gave a languorous stretch in her tiny single bed and felt the twinge of back discomfort from the long shift she’d done the day before. She had never imagined her life would be what it was now but as she looked around the tiny bedroom, she considered she could have put two of these bedrooms in her old walk-in closet.
At the thought of her old apartment, she grimaced and forced herself out of bed. It was in the past and she had to stop thinking of it. She needed to focus on her new life and being her own person without relying on everyone else to lift her out of her problems.
She eyed the ugly shoes and uniform in the corner and trod slowly towards the bathroom. Again, her mind flicked to the notion the entire bathroom could have fit in her shower back home and she got
