Oriana’s POV

How the hell was I supposed to find a new place to live in a week? A new job? Back to square one again. Living off of the street. Sleeping on a bench. I guess I just got too comfortable sleeping in a bed.

I didn’t want to obsess over it. I would figure it out. Adapt. Persevere. I always found a way, but did it have to be so hard? Maybe I should just go home.

Let my parents brag about how they were right. How I couldn’t do this on my own. I grit my ...