"Dammit!"
Barbara stood in the sterile, white room, her dark golden-brown hair cascading like molten maple syrup past her shoulders, glinting faintly under the artificial lighting. The loose strands framed her slightly flushed face as her lips pursed in frustration.
Her hazel eyes scanned the room, narrowing at the featureless walls as she bit her nails—a nervous habit she thought she'd left behind years ago. She sighed, running her hand down her slightly rounded stomach, a reminder of her postpartum period. However, it hadn't dulled her natural grace or resolve. Though a bit softer now, her frame carried a strength of survival and adaptability.
Her gaze fell on the small screen near the sliding door. "Alright, Barbara," she muttered, her voice soft but determined. "Think. You can't jus
