Jenny’s Routine Life
Jenny Millers was twenty-nine and worked as a waitress at Rosie’s Diner, a small place tucked between a hardware store and a laundromat in rural Kansas. Her days looked the same: wake up before dawn, walk three blocks to the diner, tie her faded blue apron around her waist, and greet the morning regulars with a smile. No one knew that behind her smile lived a quiet loneliness.
She rented a tiny one-bedroom apartment above the local pharmacy. Her parents had both passed away when she was still a teenager, and the aunt who raised her had since moved to Arizona. Other than the occasional holiday call, Jenny was mostly on her own.
