HANNAH

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom and thought that at least I looked presentable.

The navy blue blazer I had scored from a thrift shop down in Brooklyn fit me surprisingly well, hugging my waist just enough to mask how much weight I had lost from stress over the past six months.

Underneath it, a simple white silk camisole dipped low enough to show a hint of collarbone, paired with tailored black slacks that made my legs look a lot longer than they actually were.

My copper-red hair was tamed into a sleek, low bun, and I had applied just enough red lipstick to...