Carrigan

I packed what I could at my apartment. I couldn’t fit everything, but I was okay with leaving. Luckily, I paid my landlord month to month. It was an old habit that hadn’t died, even though I’d been in South Carolina for two years.

I didn’t want to leave my apartment. It was the first place I felt like I made my own. But I knew there was no choice. There wasn’t going to be a choice ever again. Princeton would make sure of that. ...