"What is it?" Keeley asked, suddenly nervous. She had never heard Valentina sound so serious before—was someone dying?
She looked distinctly uncomfortable, shuffling in place and not meeting Keeley's eyes. "Well, you know how our deadline to renew our contract here is in two weeks?"
"Did you find someone?"
"No. Actually, I'm moving out," she said miserably. "One of my classmates' apartment has an opening and the rent there is $400 cheaper per month…you know I'm not working and can barely afford food with the money my family sends. It would help them a lot."
Keeley's jaw dropped. She couldn't fault her for thinking about her finances; $500 a month in the city was practically unheard of. She must be sharing a room with someone for it to be so cheap.
But could she have given a little more notice? There was no way Keeley would be able to find two new people to move in during that time frame. It had been months and she hadn't even found one.
