When her foot hit the lone ketchup packet in her path and she went flying onto her back, Candice realized it was becoming a bad life. The rain of French fries pelting her in the face as she looked up from the floor of the mall food court pushed her over the breaking point. Today’s breaking point surpassed yesterday’s. It wasn’t the run of the mill hiding in the public bathroom and crying until she felt better kind. This time it was a full on meltdown. Through trouble after trouble, Candice had been strong, resilient, and even defiant. Not one time had she cried in public. Not until today. The food court was fairly empty since she was taking an early lunch break from her dead end retail job. It wouldn’t have mattered if it had been busy, the tears and deep guttural sobs were spilling forth no matter what. Her hands went up over her eyes and she made no attempt to move from the spot where she’d fallen. “Are you okay?” Someone asked.
