It was freezing when the plane touched down at the Swiss airport.
Amaris tucked her scarf tighter. When her fingertips brushed the scar on her throat, she couldn't help but flinch.
The first few days were far from easy.
She didn't speak the local language, and sign language was not widely used here.
When she went shopping at the supermarket, the clerk would only shrug at her blankly.
Once, when she was ordering at a restaurant, the waiter even completely ignored her and turned to ask the customer behind her what they wanted.
Standing on the street, surrounded by unfamiliar script and faces, she felt bone-deep loneliness for the first time.
But Amaris didn't cry.
She enrolled in a German class, and woke up early every day to take the tram to class. Her teacher was a kind elderly wom
