Kerris POV
“I don't understand.”
“Neither do I,” dad throws up both hands. “They have been patient with the monthly payment. I don't know what changed all of a sudden. I was there earlier, and the director won't even see me. I talked to his deputy. He said something about balancing their books before the new financial year.”
When I look at the letter in my hands again, I can't help but recall the night that has just passed.
The first light of dawn is just touching the windows as Zach's words echo in my mind: ‘‘‘As for the job, I'll have to insist you take it. You start at 8:30...’’’ The Matron's words mingle with his; '''Fulfil your side of the agreement, and we can part ways in peace...'''
It feels like I'm being laughed at by the unseen force running my life.
My fingers brush aga
