Chapter 3: Rising Action
The sunlight pooled in through the small window of the bathroom, casting thin beams of light over the room. Sara stood in front of the bathroom cabinet, her hands sifting through several boxes and bottles, and clothing scattered every which way. Clothes, makeup, books, and empty glasses competed for attention on the vanity counter. A hairbrush sat on the edge, barely missing the towering glass of orange juice. It was a small bathroom, overflowing with the remnants of days gone by-remnants that coalesced into a chaotic atmosphere.