Her room is completely empty

Candace rushed to open her door and flip the light switch, only to find a barren cell of wooden flooring, plaster periwinkle walls with white polka dots, and a white plaster ceiling with a "ceiling titty" light fixture. She looked in the closet and saw similar results.

"Honey," Janice had followed her upstairs, "we sold all of your furniture, and donated your spare clothes to Goodwill."

"Why would you do that?!??!" Candace shouted at her mother.

"Don't raise your voice at me. We were really strapped for cash after the pandemic, so we sold the stuff that made the most money. We also didn't want to waste space with clothes that probably no longer fit you and you didn't want, so we donated them to the less fortunate. Honey, I'm very sorry," she went in to hug her naked and distressed daughter.

"Now what am I supposed to do?" Candace could only cry out.

"I don't think there's anything you can do tonight. We thought you'd have clothes and bedding, and would sleep on the couch. I'd give you something to wear but everything's currently in the laundry. You've been through a lot, though, so how about you sleep in bed with me and your father?"

Candace mulled over her poisons; sleep on the couch, hoping that there were enough throw blankets and pillows in the living room to make do, or sleep on the comfortable bed in between her parents.

(REMEMBER: No **** per the guidelines, keep this to family awkwardness at max.)