Amelia (Janice) POV
I stepped out of my sleek black car, tossing a five-hundred-dollar bill to the boy who ran out as soon as I parked That way, I'd be sure that no one would try to break into the car. Adjusting the thigh-length red gown, I had on, my designer heels clicked against the cracked pavement.
This was where I had lived after I left the orphanage.
For five years, I had to put up with this filth. No matter what, the air never smelled fresh. There were people gathered in clusters at different corners of the street. Some of them were smoking, drinking, gambling and talking loudly. I spotted a few girls, dressed as seductive as they could standing by the roadside, flaunting their malnourished bodies…
I was once like them until Philip Winchester found me.
