Chapter 15 - It's the Little Things

— Mishka —

“Your bed is here,” said John, pointing to a room the size of my closet with an uncomfortable-looking camping cot against one wall and a tall slim dresser next to it for only storage. One of the walls didn’t even have paint on it.

I looked at the guy as if he was mocking me. For what I costed him, I would assume they have some cash at hand. So either this is extremely temporary, or they don’t have as