Katrina sat on the edge of the bed, feeling an aching weight in her chest. She had received messages from Meico and Tonio, both checking on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to explain what had happened. All she wanted was to leave, but the contract prevented her from retrieving her deposit and advance rent for the next three months. How could she stay here when everything was falling apart?
"Three months," she muttered to herself, her eyes drifting to the ceiling where glow-in-the-dark stars clung to the surface. Once, her bedroom had been adorned with a painting of stars and the moon, a design that looked so real it felt as though the night sky was right above them. She missed that. She missed the temporary things that had once brought her peace.
Temporary. That’s what everything was
