“You will never hear me say that I actually want to go to school,” Taylor said. “But I want the things that having a degree will provide. I guess I have to decide if I’m willing to do what it takes to make that happen.”

Samiah waved her fists in the air. “This is me with my pom-poms.”

Taylor sensed her old fears and uncertainties creeping up on her, but she couldn’t deny the other feeling that began to take root. For once, the terrifying panic she experienced at the thought of going back to school had legitimate competition: hope.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

As she hoisted her foot up another step, Taylor was grateful she’d thought to watch those YouTube videos about climbing stairs with crutches. She was an asshole for ever taking for granted her ability to walk up this one flight unassisted. She’d never do it again.

But it was worth this arduous effort for the chance to sleep in her own bed. She missed her little postage stamp of an apartment.

Okay, so she would give up this apartment in a hot minute to live in Samiah’s gorgeous high-rise condo, but there was something to be said for having your own space and not feeling like a freeloader. And even though Samiah hadn’t said anything, after five days at her friend’s place, Taylor felt as if she was on the verge of outstaying her welcome.

Especially after Daniel unexpectedly returned home early from a job out of town. She refused to stick around and listen to sex noises coming from Samiah’s bedroom. Or, even worse, prevent Samiah from being able to make any sex noises because she felt uncomfortable getting busy with her cute boyfriend while a houseguest slept in the next room.

When she finally made it to the landing, Taylor noticed a slip of paper hanging from the clip next to the door where the property manager left notes for residents. She unfolded the flyer and had to struggle not to lose the breakfast taco she’d picked up on the way home.

YOU MUST VACATE BY TOMORROW was printed in bold and all caps across the top.

“What the hell? I paid the rent!” Taylor screeched.

But as she read further, she realized this wasn’t an eviction notice. Disbelief rendered her motionless.

Toxic mold had been discovered in the HVAC systems of several buildings in the complex, including hers. By order of the county health department, all affected buildings were required to be treated. Residents must vacate their apartments for the next three weeks.

“You mean I paid rent only to have to leave this damn apartment anyway?”

According to the note, the property management company would provide a stipend to cover the cost of living at a nearby hotel. At least she would have a place to stay, but still…