Leila
Cool air slipped through the open window, leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin.
I stretched lazily underneath my comforter before reaching for my phone. A notification from my landlord, Albert, flashed across the screen.
“Pay me my money, Leila, or I’ll track you down myself. Did you really think you could escape me?”
I released a sigh and looked at the door closed in front of me.
Why was James Harrison taking his sweet time to send me my money? He said it would be sent straight to my account after I sign the contract.
With a frustrated sigh, I pushed myself out of bed and walked out of my room.
I went out and sat on the small staircase feeling the gentle Edinburgh weather fill me up. I sat quietly, replaying everything that had happened over the past month.
“ Leila Ham
