I made a pretty penny in the food smuggling industry and used the money to buy myself all sorts of thingamajigs as well as hide some in my room. I had a sort of stash of cash in a box under my bed that I could just dip into whenever I needed a dollar. It had since run bone dry in nearly two years and my high-end lifestyle had come to a rather abrupt end.
For a moment I thought of getting back into the food smuggling business since Sveta had just told me that the idiotic policies hadn’t changed but part of me was afraid of getting caught. Back then I thought I owned the world, but I didn’t anymore. I no longer had the energy or the boldness required to do that. The universe probably just dismissed me as an insane and traumatized young woman. I bit my bottom lip as one particularly close ca
