Vionne’s POV
…WEEKS LATER ….
I sat on my small bed, in my small space. A dream about him had me waking up with a grin.
I said small space because I’d gotten myself this tiny apartment after my dad took the house I was living in.
I couldn’t stay with Maddie. She welcomed me, sure—but she had her boyfriend living there too. I disagreed.
These past few weeks, I cried myself to sleep every day, knowing I’d lost everything. Family. Houses. Good clothes. Jewellery. My job. Money to Nora.
Any good thing you can think of. Gone.
The PJ Mask I’m wearing now and the few clothes I have left—I bought those during my last shopping trip.
I tried finding a job, but no company would hire me. I know my family had a hand in that.
It’s obvious my dad had forgotten I used to be the backbone of all his
