It was just after noon when Rose awoke. Like countless times before, she started her day with a raging headache. To make matters worse, the sun was piercing the blinds with knives of light.
Crawling out of bed, she padded barefoot across the wooden floor to the bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror over the sink, moaning softly at the sight of the young woman with dark circles under her eyes who stared back at her. She was exhausted from the worry and the stress, and the next few days weren’t promising any relief.
“Why am I getting up? What’s the point? It’s just another day of accumulating more debt. Admit it, Rosie. This business has tanked, and there’s no way you’re going to be able to bring it back. Even if the cops allow you to open the doors again, who’s going to want to co
