Enya pov

I found a job. A real job, for the first time in my life. And I did it all by myself- no help from my father or others around. 

The day I killed Diego was the last time I held a gun. These days, I avoid picking up a knife unless I have to help the staff in the kitchen. At first, everything seemed complicated, but I figured out the system free humans have in no time. Their lives are so different from what I was used to; everything still seems a little surreal. My first stop was the hospital, and as it turned out, I couldn't get...