Eden's POV
“Need any help?” Mateo asks, bending down beside me as I scrub the dirty staircase with a scrubbing brush.
“Be my guest!” I grin, watching as he drops his hand into the bucket of water to retrieve the other brush.
We work in silence, and I can see him examine me closely from the corner of his eye. “You’re quiet today. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” I shrug.
The truth is, I’m anything but. After my complete and utter failure last night, I feel pretty low. Not only was it extremely humiliating, but it was an eye-opening experience too. I was reminded once again of the dangers of this place. Despite settling in somewhat, I don’t belong and never will.
“You know, the woman last night...she uh…it’s not anything deep. Sometimes we just need to blow off steam, and it’s the only chan
