SELENE’S POV
The woman behind the bursary desk didn’t even look me in the eye. She just typed something, paused, and handed back my file with a thin smile I didn’t return.
“You’ve exhausted all aid options this semester. I’m sorry.”
I sighed in frustration. “So that’s it?”
She nodded and turned to the next person in line.
I accepted it because I didn’t have the energy to argue, and I was tired of hearing I’m sorry from people who never meant it.
I took the file, tucked it under my arm, and walked out of the office without another word.
It was already dark outside, and the cheap flats I stayed in were a fifteen-minute walk through the kind of neighborhood most girls avoided alone.
Rent was two weeks late, I hadn’t eaten anything that didn’t come from a vending machine, and my pho
