Allison Bainbridge sat on the toilet for what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to ten minutes. She studied every square inch of skin on her face, turning them over back and forth. Sighing, she looked down at the sink. Her bottle of face cream sat upright in the basin, its waterproof lid opened, her hand mirror next to it. She stood, turned on the sink, and ran cold water onto her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror and realize she is looking double of her age.She’d spent the last two years trying to slow down the aging process. Allison didn’t want to look thirty-seven or…