Amelie's POV
We got back to Nathan’s apartment. I’m starving. I head to the kitchen, take the Mexican food out of the fridge, reheat it, and plate it up. We eat, talk, and laugh. I enjoy Nathan’s company. He’s so easy to be around. I feel so safe with him.
My phone rings, “Hello?”
“Oh hi, Mr. Vincent…. What...I see. How is this possible? Uh-huh… What am I supposed to do? Ok…I guess there is no choice. OK, bye.” I sighed and dropped my shoulders.
“What’s wrong, Amelie?” Nathan queried.
“I’m homeless,” I covered my face. This can’t be happening! I can’t look for a new apartment now. Zander is in the hospital, and my job, school, student position, and finals are less than a week away. “When they came to spray for the cockroaches, they found structural damage to the building. It’s been co
