Chapter 8

Adrian’s POV

Outside the office, I was so ashamed of being an ex-convict. I entered a taxi back to my apartment in frustration.

When I got to my apartment, I was tired, my hands were shaking to get my keys from my bag. I opened the door and walked in my small one-room space.

The walls cracks can be seen at the edges, the paint peels off when touched, and the air is damp.

There was no furniture. Just a tiny bed on the floor that was in the apartment before I came in. Everything ...