HE CLEANED A FORGOTTEN OLD WOMAN’S HOUSE FOR MONTHS WITHOUT PAY, THEN HER FINAL LETTER REVEALED WHO SHE REALLY WAS
You are twenty-one years old, halfway through your junior year at a public university in Illinois, and the math of survival has become more intimate to you than any friendship. You know exactly how many dollars are left on the transit card in your wallet, how many eggs remain in the carton in your apartment fridge, and how many days you can stretch a bag of rice if you stop pretending hunger is a problem you can solve with sleep.
In another life, maybe college would have meant football games, bad parties, and figuring out who you were. In this one, it mostly means trying not to drown quietly.
