Debbie spent the next few days in a haze of anger and self-doubt. She avoided Felix as much as possible, retreating into her own thoughts.
She thought about her life back in Phnom Penh, her
small apartment, her mother's tired eyes, and the
relentless cycle of struggles that had shaped her. She thought about how she had clung to Pasco as a beacon of hope, only to have that hope shattered.
And now Felix, who had seemed like a light at the endof the tunnel, had brought her face-to-face with
another harsh reality.
She felt like she was trapped in a labyrinth, every path leading to more pain.