It’s not enough that she’s uprooted her family, packed up everything she owns and dragged it across three states, only to find the apartment she rented online is cockroach-infested and her neighbors are (she suspects) drug dealers, it’s not enough that the woman who hired her, so friendly and eager over the phone and Skype, has turned out to be a Gorgon straight from Hades, no, it’s not even enough that her entire life has already been scattered from pillar to post. To top it all off, the accumulated sleep debt from badly aggravated insomnia is either, as she’s already considered, giving her a stroke, or she’s just plain going crazy.
She looks around, feeling herself cringing, and sees that almost ghostly shimmer again, on the far wall near the private exit, feels the world try to tilt again. Just as abruptly everything’s normal again -but for how long?
Enough. She bolts.
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