Adjusting my wig and sunglasses, I head for my shift at the coffeeshop.
I can’t believe it’s New Year’s Eve again. Last New Year’s Eve, I was running for my life, every pin-drop sounded like an explosion and every tap on the shoulder would make me scream and run.
It’s been almost eleven months since I got a new identity and a new lease on life. Of course, I still get jumpy once in a while, these things don’t disappear overnight. For now, at least, I am happy of finally living my life, one cup of coffee at a time.