Carrigan
I packed what I could at my apartment. I couldn’t fit everything, but I was okay with leaving. Luckily, I paid my landlord month to month. It was an old habit that hadn’t died, even though I’d been in South Carolina for two years.
I didn’t want to leave my apartment. It was the first place I felt like I made my own. But I knew there was no choice. There wasn’t going to be a choice ever again. Princeton would make sure of that.
I locked the door, left my keys in the flood light next to it, and then started towards the bus station in town. There would be at least a few more buses leaving before they closed for the night. I didn’t have much but knew I’d have enough to return home.