As I drove through the unfamiliar streets of New York, I replayed the last few years of my life. I thought of everything I'd worked so hard to achieve. Foremost on my mind was the one thing that has been a driving force in my life since I was a young child, left orphaned after one night of unspeakable horror.
It was this that had sustained me all these years. My need for justice has taken precedence over everything else until now. I thought of the push to succeed, the many sleepless nights spent planning and plotting even as a young girl.
I'd set my course a long time ago and everything I'd done since then until a few short days ago when my eyes met his across a table, had been for one purpose and one purpose only. Now I am being torn in two. My past and my future seem to be colliding and I'm helpless to stop it.