46 | The Past

◇ KEL ◇

New York

“What do you mean, you're not sure?”

My mother's voice barely drifted past her soft-spoken motherly tone, but her focused brown eyes and scrunched brows were enough to raise the barometer in the room—not that this cheap apartment unit had one.

I glanced down and put my phone away.  My mom didn't need to see the pitiful numbers on the screen displaying my current bank balance. Shrinking and just hanging by a thread—pretty much like my confidence. I almost failed a class again…something I didn’t want to tell my mother, but something I knew she definitely wanted to know.

“Just one year left, Mykaela. Then you're off