Chapter 27

Nia

For as long as I can avoid the world, I bunker in my apartment. I shove my phone under a pillow and skim Spotify for new songs. I listen to a tune that catches my attention, closing my eyes, thinking of possible dance steps. When five o'clock finally crawls in, I leave my bedroom, throw my duffel bag across my shoulder, and start for the door. I run by the coffee shop for an energy enhancement shot and head to work.