Fleeing for one's life may sound romantic, but it's far from it.
Those who have been in such a situation would feel like each day lasts a year.
People who manage to crawl out of that vicious circle are often left battered and bruised, half-dead.
In the office, the rich aroma of coffee wafted from the coffee machine.
Amelia Cobb brought two cups of coffee to the table.
She placed one cup across from herself.
Leaning casually on the wide, comfortable sofa, she sipped her coffee, taking her time.
Ben Clinton's cold gaze fell on her, scrutinizing her.
"Why did you lend me a hand?"
"Because, like you, I crawled out of the abyss - I know how dark it is and how long the road ahead is."
"Mr. Clinton may not believe this, but you were the first ray of light I saw in that dark world."
