I've never been anything special.
Or so I thought.
It all started two years ago, when I had first come to New York.
Houdini was performing suspended from a crane, trapped in a straitjacket, upside down. I was inspired. I simply had to run down an alleyway, and there I was. My new home.
It was a slightly run-down building, with dirty windows and stained bricks. I could fix that. The door was squeaky. I could fix that. I could fix everything.
As it turned out, I couldn't fix it. No, I had no funds.
Our family ran into trouble. My husband and I divorced. I had no money. He took the children. Every. Last. One.
I was starving, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Until that day. That horrible day.