It was vastly different from the fate of others who left with me. The other girls who came with me were sent to the restaurant to work as dishwashers while the boys were sent to the construction site to haul bricks.
The leaders said, "You are the prettiest girl among them." He then patted my shoulder and ran his hand through my ponytail.
Although I did not like the way he looked at me, he had done so much for me.
City people liked to drink and wear ties. The women usually wore high heels and they left trails of perfume in their wake.
Exaggerated earrings the they wore clashed with their laughter, creating a cacophony around them. They gave me a new name, Amy. And no one here called me Zara.
My mother was still making a ruckus at the police station. She refused to leave and kept calling out for the police to give her daughter justice.
The crow grew even bigger. However, it seemed only a few people knew who Zara Weston was.
"Granny, isn't your daughter called Amy? She has big waves in her hair and the scars on her body," someone asked. The man might be one of my clients.
“Ah, yes, yes, that’s her!!” my mother cried. Her remaining tears had dried up and her wails were so hoarse that they sounded like a tractor’s engine.
Yet, no one came out of the police station. Everyone here knew the truth. My mother just wanted to get some money.
"You should find Mac. He is Amy's boyfriend." Someone said.
Mac was the only one who did not mind the cigarette burns on my body. He also could make tomato and egg stir-fry for me, tell me bedtime stories while holding my hand and when he bent down to tie my shoelaces, he would say:
“I’ll only tie shoelaces for you in this lifetime.”
He was just a small-time photographer in a studio, with little income and I was merely a hostess in a hair salon. Those were the reasons why no one believed that we were in love.
So, where was he the night of the first day of the New Year?
Some said he was upstairs. Others claimed they saw him push me.
However, we broke up the day before New Year's Eve and he left me to return to Hamptown.
"We're not compatible." He did not dare to look me in the eyes.
It was just like when he confessed to me. He gave me a heart-shaped ring that he made from candy wrappers that he collected. His mind and eyes were full of me.