I looked at the clock and shook my head. How was I going to achieve this? The one good thing was that since my tenancy hadn't expired, I still had my apartment. The bad things were a lot more and a lot worse than just still having the apartment. I needed to clean it since it hadn't been lived in for a while. While my things were still there. Some personal keepsakes that my mom could recognize were here. My car was still parked in the garage, still not repaired since I had gotten my way about paying for the repairs, but I still didn't have the money the technician had required.
I groaned and bent over the table. What was I going to do? What was I going to tell Jonathan? How dirty was the apartment going to be? How much time would I have to try to make it livable before my mom arrived?
Jonathan entered the kitchen and glanced at me. "What's going on? Does your head still hurt?"
