Sharon’s POV

Things weren't going so well. I sat at the usual spot in my dorm room, staring blankly at the worn-out walls as the last rays of sunlight streamed through the window, casting soft shadows on the floor. It had been another exhausting day. My fingers were numb from clutching my phone so tightly, dialing numbers one after another. I had hoped that day would be different, that maybe one of the companies would see the potential in my proposal. But ...