Two weeks. It had been almost two fucking weeks, and I had yet to see my roommate. Hell, I wasn’t necessarily complaining per se and I was well aware that Miss Lawson said they were always gone and rarely home but something about this just seemed off. Even the mailbox key that I was left to check the mail had me questioning myself because in the two weeks I had been here no mail had arrived for this person.

“I don’t know, Sasha,” I groaned into my cell phone, ...