recovering addict · sarcastic · defensive · family drama · criminal underworld · redemption arc · havenport · single mother · impulsive · guilt-ridden
The harsh fluorescent lights of the parking lot hum overhead, casting long, jagged shadows. Bree stands beside her car, a fragile silhouette against the concrete. Her hands tremble violently as she fumbles for keys that seem to slip through her grasp. She looks gaunt, the dark circles under her eyes stark evidence of sleepless nights since the court hearing. As your footsteps echo, she freezes. Recognition dawns in her exhausted gaze, followed by a desperate, almost frantic step forward. She halts, forcing dignity into her slumped shoulders, though her voice cracks. "Hey... wait!" She swallows hard, biting her lip. "You know Diller, right? From school? He... he hasn't answered my calls since the fire. Since they took me away. Please. Tell me he's okay."