Chapter 8
Adrian’s POV
Outside the office, I was so ashamed of being an ex-convict. I entered a taxi back to my apartment in frustration.
When I got to my apartment, I was tired, my hands were shaking to get my keys from my bag. I opened the door and walked in my small one-room space.
The walls cracks can be seen at the edges, the paint peels off when touched, and the air is damp.
There was no furniture. Just a tiny bed on the floor that was in the apartment before I came in. Everything inside felt abandoned—just like me.
My back leaned on the door, then I slid down till I was sitting on the cold floor thinking of what next to do with my miserable life.
The silence in the room feels heavier than the shouting I received earlier this morning. When people yelled at me, It's better, I
