POV: Calla Harlow
I wasn’t okay, and neither was I fine. In fact, I was terribly scared, frustrated, and tired. Tears were rolling down my eyes now and then, and I was only trying to get by as the days rolled by. My mother’s condition seemed to be getting worse just when I thought she was getting better. I had lost all my jobs and was now practically living from hand to mouth, and the worst was that we had been served an eviction notice two weeks ago.
The landlord had insisted that since we hadn’t paid any rent for some time now, he was going to send us out and didn’t give us the appropriate eviction notice time in exchange for not paying the outstanding debt. I had just one day to move out of the house and I had nowhere at all to move to.
It was as if the whole universe had joined hand
