Monica

I stand before the mirror this morning after getting dressed and ready to leave for the day. 

My reflection stares back at me, but all I can think about is the drug test I’m about to take. 

The thought of it fills me with hesitation and anxiety. I wonder if this is really the right choice, but deep down, I know it’s the only way I can clear my name and put an end to the accusations that have been hanging over me like a dark cloud. 

I can't shake the overwhelming sense of dread building inside me as I stare at myself, unsure of what the next few...