Werndl Accounting
Day one at Werndl Accounting. A Wednesday morning in mid-October 2003, complete with a heavy layer of fog that clung to the streets as I rode the bus to my latest office environment. I had not slept well the night before. For some reason, memories of my ex looming over me while I huddled on the kitchen floor haunted me when I woke around four a.m. The silence of my bedroom became oppressive, and I stuck a USB stuffed with pop music into my laptop and turned the volume up in a vain attempt to banish Kyle’s ghost.
On the way to work, my thoughts swung from him to Lukas. In Freiburg, I had lived and worked with a charismatic abuser, an American military brat whose friends and family adored him. None of them would have believed me if I had asked for help. So I fled to Erlan
