ANABEL'S POV
I walked into Chloe's apartment, the place I had been staying for over a week, exhausted and drained. I slammed the door shut hard, like I was taking out all my frustration from today's failed job interview on it. The sound echoed throughout the apartment, bouncing off the walls and filling the place for a few seconds before everything went quiet again.
I stood there, breathing heavily, my hand still resting on the doorknob.
Another interview. Another rejection. Another reminder that the life I used to have was gone.
I threw my bag onto the couch and walked straight to the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. At this point, it was almost starting to feel like there was no point in job hunting when every attempt ended the same way. Every place I went seemed interested a
