OLIVIA
“I came as soon as my shift ended,” Lilian said, a little out of breath when I opened the door.
She stopped, her eyes searching my face. “Why do you look so awful?”
I stepped aside to let her in, running my fingers through my messy hair. “Didn’t sleep. I was up all night.”
“Any luck?” she asked carefully.
I shook my head, my shoulders dropping. “I called every leasing office I could find. Even some realtors. No one has anything and for others….”
She set her bag down. “And?”
“They all turned me down.”
“What?”
“At first they sound great,” I said, moving toward the couch. “The apartments are available, they’re friendly. Then I give them my name and suddenly—” I snapped my fingers. “everything changes. Either the place is suddenly taken, or they stop answering me altogether.”
