Chapter 5

On the fourth day, I went to apply for a cleaning job.

The supervisor gave me a look. "You've never worked this kind of job before, right?"

"No, I haven't," I answered honestly.

"Can you put up with tough work?"

I nodded.

"The pay's not great, 2,000 dollars a month, and you get lunch," he said.

I nodded again.

He handed me a blue janitorial uniform. "You start tomorrow."

The moment I took the uniform, I felt a lump in my throat. This wasn't the life I wanted. But it was the only life I had left.

On my first…