Chapter 25 No Matter What I Choose, I Lose
- Roman
- The door slams shut behind me, the sound echoing in the emptiness of my apartment, mirroring the noise inside my head. The place is dark, matching my mood, but I don’t bother to turn on the lights.
- Instead, I kick off my shoes and throw my jacket onto a chair. It lands in a heap—disheveled, forgotten, much like my well-laid plans at the moment.