Teresa

This morning was too sharp, as if it had a dagger in its hands. Before the stir of the morning began, I was already fully dressed in a dark leather jacket over a grey t-shirt and dark jeans.

Dark, heavy boots completed the dressing. At a glance from the mirror, the reflection I saw was a woman ready to fight.

Well, technically… not a physical fight, but the idea of pushing back convenience to do what is right is already a fight in itself.

I packed a small bag. Inside was ...