Nevaeh woke and stretched before rolling out of bed. Retreating to the bathroom, she freed her hair from its nightly braid, brushed through it and tamed it in a loose ponytail before brushing her teeth. Step-stools provided her with the necessary height to make her morning routine easier. Over the years, she had gotten so used to them that she barely even thought about it anymore.
Satisfied with her appearance, she headed to the kitchen for her daily cup of coffee and to retrieve her bottle of overnight oats from the fridge, which was her standard breakfast. Taking both back to her bedroom, she started up her monitors and relaxed in her chair. Considering how late she had been up last night, she was surprisingly awake. For the past several years, she had gotten up at the same time every
