Life of a Survivor

(Lydia Richmond's POV)

After I escaped there, I heard nothing more about Andy. Now, I had to live and survive by myself. The only nice thing there was that I could live by myself. I had nobody after me. I could tell that Andy must have gotten rid of Jake just like he had promised me that he would.

The first few days were very hard for me. I had to pretend like a sojourner in order to get helpers. On my first day, I was taken in by an old lady. She couldn't believe I was raising three kids alone. I was so lucky to the fact that she decided to help me. She gave me an old house of hers that used to belong to her late grandfather. No one was living in the old and small house and I was to occupy the space.

I moved in now happily. It was at this point that I understood how much work Andy had been doing for me. I had to survive on my own while putting food on my table. Andy had been the one providing the food I ate for the past eight months. It was quite funny how I had depended so much on