ANNA’S POV

I sit in my comfy apartment, heartbroken and drenched in weakness from everything I have experienced as a human in this godforsaken world.

My dream of getting into the NCA is shattered. I finally landed a job that will get me enough money to pay for the tuition fees and lost it in a week.

Maybe He was right and I am no good.

Half of the money that I would have earned from the nanny job was enough to see me through the NCA and sustain my living in Italy for a year. Just half of it.

Instantly, I regret leaving Cynthia alone in that bathroom.

I...