Five years ago, after the surgery, Sarah found herself stranded in a city she barely knew. The doctors had saved her life, but survival afterward became another battle.
The small amount of money left with her couldn’t even cover rent for long, and she had already decided never to return to New York — not yet, not with the scars and pain that still followed her everywhere.
Her father had spent everything on her surgery, selling what little he had to keep her alive. The thought of calling him for help again broke her heart.
So, she made a quiet vow to fend for herself, no matter how little it took.
She found a small apartment on the outskirts of London, the kind where the walls were damp, and the neighbors rarely smiled.
The room had one window that barely let in sunlight, but she ma
