Never Frame a Perfectionist Heiress

Summary

My obsessive-compulsive disorder is clinical, severe, and relentless.

When I wake, my left foot must strike the floorboards first; my right foot must land squarely on the exact same grain of oak. Before leaving my apartment, the brass deadbolt must be turned, released, and checked three distinct times. Every red notification badge across every screen must be wiped to zero. Documents on my desk do not merely sit parallel—they are aligned to the millimeter against the beveled edge of the mahogany.