7
Amara
Morning came too soon for Amara. She dragged herself out of bed, brushed her teeth, and grabbed a can of Pepsi from the refrigerator. Craving caffeine, she popped the tab and chugged half of it. That’s when she heard Jack, her ex-husband’s voice in her head. “Why can’t you drink coffee in the morning like normal people? Soda isn’t any good for you.” “Go away, Jack, I can’t deal with you this morning.”
She turned on the TV to drown him out and catch any late-breaking news. A reporter who worked the White House beat for the Washington Post, she frequently depended on the news to get her proper mindset. This morning, it simply provided white noise.
Almost dressed, she studied herself in a full-length mirror. Her blunt cut ebony hair exhibited a wholesome luster and had a healthy s
