I sat in the car, slowly sipping a cup of sweet fruit tea, the warmth seeping into my palms.
In my past life, I had worked like a beast driven by hunger and fear. Day and night blurred together. The only thing that kept me awake was cheap, bitter iced coffee that burned my throat and tasted like regret. I drank it not because I liked it, but because I had no choice.
Being given another chance at life felt like being released from a cage. I could finally enjoy small, soft things again sweet drinks, quiet moments, breathing without panic sitting on my chest.
After Monica and Lincy finished crying and arguing in the car, they finally settled down. The moment Lincy caught the faint smile on my lips, she rolled her eyes and sneered.
"Why are you here? What bad luck."
I didn't bother correcting her. She had no idea what kind of night she was walking into.
I was in a good mood, so I let it slide.
