Monica

I stand in front of the mirror, taking my time as I get dressed. I pick out my most expensive outfit, a cream silk blouse that feels smooth against my skin, paired with a fitted black skirt that hugs my curves perfectly. I finish it off with gold earrings, a delicate gold necklace, and my favorite designer heels. 

The whole outfit costs more than most people earn in a month but appearances matter. I need to look like the polished, respectable woman I want everyone to believe I am. Still, my hands tremble slightly as I fasten the buttons. There’s a heavy knot of anxiety sitting in my stomach,...