ALINA’S POV
Three days.
Three miserable, silent, lonely days since the humiliation that ripped every piece of my life apart. I hadn’t spoken to anyone, not Edric, after that call, not Aria, not my mother or father, not even the neighbours I usually avoid. I had no one. No friend. No shoulder. No voice in my corner.
Just me.
And two days left before I officially became homeless.
The apartment felt smaller every morning, like the walls were closing in. My fridge was empty except for half-expired milk, noodles, and cereal. That had been breakfast, lunch, and dinner for three days. My bank account was a joke, barely enough for transport and cheap food. Certainly not enough for rent or a new place to stay.
Every morning, I cried. Every night, I cried even harder. My eyes were so swollen
