Ofelia’s POV
I woke up the next morning with a new determination burning in my chest. No more feeling sorry for myself. No more hiding in this giant mansion like a lost puppy. I sat at the fancy desk in my room, opened my laptop, and started updating my resume. The words looked small and pathetic on the screen. Bookstore clerk. Part-time cashier. Three years with a man who left me broke and broken.
I spent the next hour searching online. Most jobs didn’t pay enough to cover rent in this city. Others wanted experience I didn’t have or degrees I never finished. The reality sank in heavy. I couldn’t stay here forever, living off my mom and her new husband. I needed my own money. My own life. A way out.
By the time I went downstairs for breakfast, my head hurt from staring at screens. The d
