Maya

For a moment, Leonardo’s words echoed in my mind, circling endlessly.

A chance.

They were asking for a chance.

They were the ones who never gave me a chance to speak, who never let me take a breath of relief. They were the ones who denied me a chance when I desperately clung to life, when I wanted to tell them the truth, when I fought to keep my dignity, to keep my sanity, to keep my body free of scars.

And now they were asking for a chance? The irony was ...