**Celeste POV**
The apartment was quiet, just the ceiling fan humming. I sat at the edge of the couch, papers scattered all over the table …bills, invoices, stuff I didn’t want to deal with. My head in my hands, fingers digging into my head.
I didn’t even hear the door open until I heard Maya’s voice.
“Please tell me you haven’t been sitting like that since I left.”
I looked up. She was by the door, still in her work dress, her hair tied in a messy bun, holding food and looking at me with that worried look she always has.
“I didn’t even know you were coming,” I muttered, trying to gather the papers before she could see the overdue stamp on them.
“Obviously,” she said, putting the food on the table and dropping it on the couch beside me. “You look like you’ve been fighting over taxes
