ISADORA
As I unlock the door to my room and shuffle inside, my only wish is to throw myself on the bed—after changing out of these clothes—and going straight to sleep so I can forget this godawful afternoon.
But Rodonia has other plans.
I honestly didn't think that I'd find her here. Usually, she's out on the days we're off. Today's different, though. I can tell by the look on her face that she's pissed, and as soon as we make eye contact, she puts her phone on her nightstand and stands up, arms folded.
"Good afternoon?" I say.
"You have some explaining to do."
Her tone immediately grates on my nerves but I try to stay calm. I don't like starting fights unless I'm sure there's no other solution. I can't argue without losing my temper.
It's just impossible.
I throw my arms up,
