This story is my secret. It all happened a couple of years ago. It was my first year out of high school, my first year at college. I was poor, like work study poor, going to classes six or seven hours a day, then working in the administration offices, then back to the little apartment I shared with three other roommates.
The house situation wasn’t perfect. My dad had been against it when I had told him what I had planned. It was far from home, my family was super conservative, religious and their little girl was wandering halfway across the country on her own for the first time.
“Sophie, really? A house with 3 guys, all strangers? What are you thinking?” He and mom had both called me multiple times. They had done everything just short of begging me not to sign the lease.
But the house was fine. It had been built in 1920’s a monster with four big bedrooms, three and half baths. The place had beautiful woodwork, wood floors, and plenty of windows. We all had our own room, every door had a lock, and the place was quiet and clean.