The apartment was smaller than Roxie remembered it being when she’d checked it out the day before with the owner. Or maybe it only felt smaller now that it was hers.
Hers. Something like pride swelled in her chest. Her very first paycheck, though small, had been hard-earned and glorious. Roxie hadn’t wasted time making the first month’s rent, despite Zinnia insisting there was no rush for her to get out of her friend’s place. But Roxie needed her own space, and for the first time since the divorce, she wasn’t depending on anyone’s generosity or charity.
Now, as she stood in the middle of the one-bedroom, tiny apartment, her hands on her hips, she surveyed the place with a mix of pride and disbelief. Sure, it wasn’t the lap of luxury, far from it. The walls wore tired beige paint that had
