POV: Calla Harlow
I kicked off my shoes and stepped into the house, yawning loudly. I held the shoes in my hands as I staggered tiredly into the house, with only the thought of just collapsing on my bed and sleeping for hours going through my head.
I had begun to live in this house ten years ago with Mrs. Shadwell and my mum, and even though I could afford to rent my own place now, Mrs. Shadwell didn’t want me to leave. She insisted that I stayed with her because if I left, my mother would also leave and she would be lonely and bored for the rest of her life. Of course, that was an exaggeration, but I just did as she requested. After all, it enabled me to save up more money, and she treated me like a daughter.
“Where do you think you are going to?” I heard Mrs. Shadwell ask as I approac
