Chapter 16

When I opened the door to my dorm room and saw the state it was in, I couldn’t help but frown. I’d like to think there was a mistake—I didn’t deserve to be staying in such a place, but the pink luggage at the foot of the bed and the key in my palm told a different story.

It was the first day of classes. It was also the first time I went to my assigned room and I was in for a shock.

I was already obstructing traffic in the hallway, so I entered her room and regarded it with contempt. There was nothing in the room other than the bed in the corner, the large closet next to it, and the plain wooden desk near the window. The ceiling was a typical cream color. The walls were painted gray, and the floor was simply polished red cement. This room had nothing special to offer. It was dull and cramped. It was downright depressing.

I took a picture of the room and sent it to Henry with a sad face. He replied with a picture of himself standing in the middle of a tiny room