Three Coats of Paint

CALLA'S POV

I stood in the dim hallway, gripping the strap of my bag, and took one definitive look at the bleak studio apartment. I stared at the peeling wallpaper and the rusted doorframe, mentally sealing the dark memory of that cramped space closed. There was no nostalgia here. Just a final closing of a door. I slid the brass key under the super's door, listening to the faint metallic scratch