In a near future that's harsh but not hard to imagine, can a young woman find the power to free herself from the pain of her past without becoming the perpetrator herself?
Introducing... Milly: a woman of the future. Her journey spans twelve birthda...
Once in Seattle, Milly's bachelor's degree in psychology wasn't worth much, nor was her work experience at Antique Diner. With ex-husband Damien lurking, searching, her residence address remained veiled in legal trust. However, her Utah ID lacked permanency in the Northwest.
Unlike Milly's marriage, the colloquial "National Breakup" many years before was mostly amicable — and also a misnomer — but the fallout from Constitutional changes cracked the foundations of American life. States formed Regions according to affinity, geography, and economic advantage.
Cross-Regional paperwork de facto deprioritized refugees. Regardless, employment records left tracks. So, under the table, Milly did odd jobs: absent-minded secretary for a leering businessman, annoyed restaurant hostess, unsympathetic and uncertified personal trainer, and inattentive babysitter.
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She purchased more jewelry, uttering progressive statements over time.
"I don't need this job. I've got plenty of money left."
"Whatever, I have some money left."
"Fine, I still have a little money left."
Milly's account was soon empty. Her only credit card's low balance was maxed out.
