A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

was careful, as if practicality were the reason. “Until the apartment is ready. It just makes sense. You already work here.”

I gave in because I had no real alternative, and because — more honestly — I didn’t want one. I wanted to stay. I wanted to see what would happen if we stopped fighting it.

“Temporarily,” I agreed.

The mansion had a way of dismantling continue reading …