Chapter 4: KiaraKiara wiped the sweat off her forehead with a dirty hand and surveyed the room. Unpacking was exhausting but rewarding as well. For the first time, she had enough space for all her books and DVDs. More than enough really. Even with several unpacked boxes stacked in one corner, there were places that were going to need something.
She wandered from place to place taking pictures at different angles. The past week she’d paid a young guy on campus to help deliver some really great furniture pieces she’d picked up for a song at an estate sale. The place was shaping up. Gone were the cheap pressboard shelves and tables from Target she’d assembled herself. The kid had been more than happy to take them off her hands. Kid. Ha! She was only a few years older than he was. But with a
