Brinley Collins
Brin went through her nighttime routine. She walked around her room in just her panties and she had every light on. She had grown up in this small apartment with her father, but now her father was late and she had the house all to herself.
The apartment was above the auto shop which sat underneath it. Brinley loved her home. She had a lot of memories inside it, good and bad. She remembered the old days with her dad before things got worse and he lost himself to alcohol. It was nothing like Sutton's big house or the other houses she had seen her high school classmates living in while growing up. But it was home. And she had grown up under the loving gaze of her father.