“I’m finished with that house,” I said.

“I’m sending the official offer letter to your personal email now,” David said.

“Sign it before you go to bed.”

He hung up before I could reply.

I peeled the wet coat off my shoulders and tossed it over the lone plastic chair in the corner.

The white duvet on the queen bed felt cold and stiff under my hands as I sat down.

My laptop took forty seconds to start up on the nightstand.