ROSIE

JULIAN didn’t wake me before he left, and i slept right through my alarm.

I stumbled around his apartment, gathering my stuff for college in a frenzy, until it dawned on me.

Why was it so important I dashed away like a good girl to get to my lessons?

I hadn’t had a sick day in years. Not just from work, but from college too. Surely I could be a rebel for once in my life? Well, once more since I was the ultimate rebel already, being in the apartment of the man upstairs.

There was a note on the coffee table. Julian had beautiful handwriting, almost calligraphic, on...