CHAPTER 456. TO BELIEVE AGAIN. A sad woman

**TWO MONTHS LATER**

“Anja!” The restaurant captain's shout blasted through her head like a horn.

Abbot had the shrillest, most unpleasant voice on planet Earth, and worst of all, he loved using it, especially with her.

Anja wiped her tear-streaked eyes and stepped out of the kitchen’s refrigerator. That man enjoyed scolding her in front of everyone—employees, customers—it didn’t matter. He would call her useless, shouting that she didn’t like to work.

In part, he was right. She wasn’t useless, but she didn’t want to work. All she wanted was to curl up in her bed and waste away quietly from hunger and sorrow, like any grieving person. But unfortunately, a small survival instinct remained within her, and to survive, she had to eat. To eat, she had to work.

You might ask: Why didn’t she just find another job? Well, after three years in prison, hardly anyone was willing to hire her. People avoided her like the plague, and those who didn’t felt