122 - Becca

"You never told me how you got to Seattle," said Fred, driving quietly along the avenue. Behind us, a real car caravan with its security guards followed us. I stopped complaining about them, because I knew that Fred would never take me anywhere without being strongly protected by some shield, and his security team fulfilled the role of following us and keeping the distance when we wanted. "And I was always curious to ask how you left your mother and decided to change your life. This is not a place where everyone can feel like starting over.”

"I enrolled in the college program here, won a full scholarship and decided to move," I shrugged, remembering that phase of curiosity and learning from the past. "At that time, at the height of my eighteen years, my mother was not as hysterical as she is now. She supported me and even supported me here for a while, but it didn't last long, because I barely arrived and already got a job in a restaurant. I lived on campus, in a dormitory where, iron