The next morning came way too quickly.
After dragging myself out of bed and into the shower, I felt a little more human—or as human as you can feel when your life’s a disaster. The hot water helped, though. It was one of the rare moments of peace I actually got these days. For those ten minutes, I didn’t have to think about anything.
Once I was dressed and halfway resembling a functioning member of society, I grabbed my bag and headed out of my room. I could already hear voices downstairs—Anya and what’s-his-name chatting like they were starring in some kind of morning sitcom. The smell of coffee wafted up the stairs, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because coffee was life, and a curse because it meant I would have to deal with them to get it.
I sighed, adjusting th
