Quote by Liane Moriarty
““help” screamed silently in her head, as if she were begging for something: a solution, a cure, a reprieve. A reprieve from what? A cure for what? A solution for what? Her breathing had become shallow. She’d felt beads of sweat at her hairline. Then she’d seen the sign. Their lease at their Newtown apartment was up. The two-bedroom unit was in an ugly,””
