Her mother once told her, “Handcrafts are a girl’s best friend.”
She had always had a knack for weaving tight knots. She adored the complexity in the bonds and the scrutiny that it demanded.
It was like meditation for her; first in, then out, squirming through loopholes and around shady corners. Whenever she took a wrong turn, someone always showed up, armed with help. Every plan she wove became an adventure, and every day an action-packed, adrenaline-pumping endeavour.
And as the lawmakers came after her, they realised she was best friends with the crafty and not the handcrafts.