BRIANNA

I freshened up and put on my waitress uniform. It had gotten tighter, hugging my curves, and now reached just above my knees. I brushed my hair, letting it fall to my mid-back, and then tied it in a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in my way while working. I applied some lip balm because I didn’t want chapped lips. After picking up my black sandals from the shoe rack and slipping them on, I grabbed my handbag and left the room.

Downstairs, I found Mom watching the news on our small ...