Mí amor: A Javier Escuella story

With a name like Victoria Adams you'd assume her to be refined, kind and polite. Born of an upper class and spoilt rotten.

However, the real Victoria Adams was quite the opposite.

She was working class, had rags for clothes and couldn't keep a job. Beaten and bruised for stealing money from local travellers by her father. Black and blue for not being a lady by her mother. She spoke out of place, closed herself off and didn't trust a single soul. On the off chance that she may be allowed time to her self, she'd devote it to wildlife. Befriending the deer, singing with the songbirds and charming the foxes in her local woodlands. They kept her troubles at bay until a door opened and set her free.

A ferry to America, a new land for her new life.