Capítulo 109: Chapter 109: Hong Kong

I knew I was in Hong Kong before I even opened my eyes, though it was a disorienting little bit of understanding to accept I lay in a safe and comfortable bed, tucked in, dressed in my favorite pajamas, the windows tinted to keep the light out, soft whir of the circulation system maintaining the air at the perfect temperature, fresh, light, familiar.

Agonizingly painful to endure, this normalcy when nothing would ever be normal again.

Think me a coward all you want, but I'd been through a lot and coming right out of what happened with a bounce in my step and ready for the next hit of horror and pressure while I did my best to cling to my humanity and any trace of what used to be my moral compass? Yeah, it would have to wait.

I had some deep and painful mourning to do. Oh, and don't forget the guilt-fest of self-flagellation, endless stream of why mes and the ongoing descent into recrimination, shame and pity.