Station 17

It was easy to be an actor in today's world. Self-absorbed people could easily be fooled. That's why none of them realized who I really was.

To a woman who held drug syringes in her hand more often than the hands of her children, I was a daughter. To some, I was a firefighter who saved dozens of people in the city of Trenton. For others, I was a companion with whom rich men spent their free nights.

Oh, men, how easily you were swayed by my pretty face and body. You loved me all those nights and now that the sun has come up you've turned your eyes away from me. What did you do to me that day?

It would be easy to disappear from this world. It would mean the promised peace that I tried in vain to find as a child.

But how could I leave when the last member of my family, whom I never got a chance to meet, was wandering out there somewhere?

And who exactly was Miss Victorija Mirradoly when no one was looking at her?