It had been a restless night. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep. The alarm went off at 7AM sharp, but she was already up, getting ready to leave it all behind. Unwillingly.
The suitcase was packed. The closet was empty. She took one last look in the mirror, her reflection staring back at her in disbelief. What now?
Could she have done anything differently, she pondered? She wiped away tears of regret, sadness, and apprehension and tried to compose herself.
And then came the inevitable knock on the door. She was only one taxi ride away from losing the American dream.
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