* Jana *
There were times when I thought about walking away from this city, vanishing as quietly as I'd arrived. But people like me don't disappear for free. We learn to blend in until blending in becomes a talent.
I hadn't always been Jana Salazar, I was Jana Kramer and i never forget how low people think we were when I was younger.
And the Kramer girl was a shadow, a name people barely remembered, except maybe in police logs or the back of a church charity list. That girl had no last words from her parents, no inheritance, just the stale air and a memory of her mother her siblings' demise.
Mrs. Leticia Salazar was the first person who ever said my name like it mattered. Ever since she employed me.
She walked into my life that belonged in another decade, her umbrella dripping onto th
