~Sienna~

I groan at the screen. My fist curls around a chunk of my hair and I tug it.

Why does this keep happening?

I’m tempted to kick my laptop away as I stare at the annoying rejection from yet another job site. I’d been so confident I’d get this one in particular, but it’s the same as the others.

Declined.

My stomach twists. I set the laptop aside and jump out of bed, rushing out of my room to the hallway bathroom.

I bend over the faucet and my stomach contracts, but nothing ...