She just knew she had to get away.
Even as she walked along the dusty road clutching her small bundle of belongs, she could hear the voice of her mother. The condemnation. The spite. Their relationship was over. The mother despised the daughter.
Siswan walked towards her future with her head held high. She would not allow the events of the last year to crush her body or her spirit. She didn’t know where she was going but anywhere had to be better than her village. It had to be better. She would make sure it was.
The small amount of money she had made Bak give her wouldn’t last for long. She would need to earn more and she knew of only one way to make money. Men. They were the answer. They had the power. The money. They were the ones in control. Please them or starve. She’d rather starve. That was the one thing she had learned really well.
It was almost dark by the time she made the town.
