"Everything is so set up, it looks great!" most her friends echoed.
She thought back to a year ago where she'd promised herself that her next move would be her last. This was her second move since then, and the feeling a failure weighed heavy upon her.
She tried to rally herself. These moves had not been her fault, even back to the studio. It had been sold, and had nothing to do from here. She had to get out from KSL before they killed each other. Then the market had not crashed or done anything except go up.
Looking around her new apartment, she had put everything up fairly quickly. She just wanted to desperately to feel like she had a home. Her mother was getting worse by the day and soon wouldn't remember her. She felt like an orphan.
Her new apartment looked wonderful. But it was too much space for one person, and there would only ever be one person here.
