rnet and submitting her CV for any kind of job, as long as it paid well, and it was within her capabilities. Each day fell into the same pattern and grad

ence a silent accusation. She knew too well what they contained both paid and unpaid bills, the reality of her struggles and pains. The weight of everything she had lost over the past months pres

goodness," she muttered in exhaustion, grabbing a towel and hastily wrapping it around her wet body. With a sigh, she padded b

e quivered through the speaker. "I

ne sharper than she intended. "I will

unspoken tension. "Okay. Bye," the caller

hed over her head down to her feet, washing away the sweat and weariness, she felt a spark of strength ret

d to herself, her voice barely

renew her rent was just a few weeks away. Already overwhelmed with unpaid bills, she had decided to find a flatmate

was Mr. Mark King, the real estate a

Mr. Mark," she

nd someone, a gentleman nam

ny offers he had presented previously, Mark wasn't sure

d, her tone su

dam," he

m at 4 PM after my appointment," she said quickly, e

a flatmate, she had never imagined sharing her space with a man. Should she decline again and

her back to the present. "We'

er wallet, and paid for the ride. "Thanks," she sai

thing in her life had spiraled to this point. It had all star

, she couldn't stand Norwalk, and her head was heavy. Her eyes fluttered open, as she stood at her window and the pale morning light seeped through her tiny bedroom window, highlighting the dirt that had been there for days, which she hadn't found the energy to tidy. Her throat burned as she swallowed, and her head throbbed in a rhythm that made even th

irst time it'd happened, even when it was not her monthly flow. She reached out the chair to steady herself. Her reflection caught h

cle of tests, checkups, and consultations. This sickness wasn't jus