Besides, she could not drive.
Not anymore.
She technically knew how, but Elena Zhang's body carried scars deeper than flesh.
The car accident that had ended the former Elena's life still lived in her nerves. The first time she had tried sitting in the driver's seat after waking from her coma, her hands began shaking so violently that she almost blacked out. Even the sound of the engine had sent her heart into a frenzy.
She had briefly considered therapy, but dismissed the idea almost immediately. A psychological evaluation would dig far too deep. Too many cracks would show. The difference between who she was now and who Elena Zhang used to be was too vast.
Hiring a driver was simpler. Safer.
Traffic crawled as the van eased onto the main road. Bach's Brandenburg Concertos drifted through the cabin, the steady elegance of the music easing the tension from her shoulders. Elena closed her eyes, letting the rhythm settle her breathing.
