My name is Madison. I’m 25, and on that morning, I genuinely believed—maybe, just maybe—my life was finally turning a corner.
I’d landed an interview with an actual tech startup in our city, the kind of opportunity I had prayed for since college. After grinding at retail jobs, babysitting shifts, serving tables, and scraping pennies for gas, I finally had one shot. A job that could change everything.
I woke up early, laid out my clothes on my bed, steamed my blazer, and practiced my answers in the mirror. For once, I actually felt hope in my chest instead of dread.
