Bryn called the number her mother gave her. She was able to set up an interview for two days away. Gave her enough time to prep herself. She’d never heard of the retirement home. She wasn’t even sure if it was close. It didn’t come up on the GPS. The lady she spoke to said an email would be sent the day of the interview with directions from her location. She was informed to give herself at least 30 minutes drive time. Excited for the potential and her mother’s obvious relief one of her old college friends ran the place, Bryn was confident this could be the place she needed. Or at least until she found somewhere that would replace her ‘dream job’. She grunted at the thought. She loved that job. Sitting at her dining table drinking coffee and looking off into the distance, daydreaming of her
