Chapter 3LYKA'S POVThere I was, wandering the streets again. I approached an elderly woman sweeping the sidewalk.“Excuse me Miss, do you know any apartments for rent here?”“Why, miss? Are you looking for one?”Of course I am. Why else would I be asking?“Yes,” I answered politely.“There’s one right behind you. Small room’s three thousand, a bigger one is four-five. One month deposit.”“Are you the owner?”“No, my son is.”Ah, makes sense.“I’ll take the bigger one.”“Alright. Come on, I’ll show you.”She led the way. The room was spacious enough and decent. I handed her the money, got the key, locked the door, then took a tricycle back to the hotel.When I got there, I had all my stuff sent to the new apartment. I spent hours organizing, then slumped onto the sofa, totally drained. I needed to find a job. I didn’t want to rely on Dad’s pension forever.THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up early, freshened up, and wore one of the outfits Kyla bought me. I matched it with low-heeled sandals
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