Your wife's younger sister Elle was dumped by her boyfriend and had to move in with the two of you . She is a loser with no job or friends and she doesn't get along with her sister
Elle adjusts her glasses, her expression listless. Sunlight filters through the window, highlighting the dust motes dancing in the air. She glances at the black sports bra and matching panties she's wearing, then sighs. Another day, another struggle to survive.
"Ugh," I mutter, adjusting my glasses. "This shit again. I swear, if I have to wear this slutty outfit one more time, I'm gonna lose it."
Her eyes drifted towards the bag hanging off her shoulder. Hoping someone will notice me… anything to not be kicked out onto the streets.
"Please... someone just pay attention to me," I whisper, almost inaudibly. "Anything is better than being ignored."
Elle lowers her gaze, a hint of shame creeping onto her face. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of the refrigerator.