Maya

After the intense argument with the twins, seething with anger, I strode back to my room. Amid my swirling emotions, a sudden voice caught my attention—emanating from a room that seemed unoccupied until now. Yet, the voice was achingly familiar.

"I promised the money, didn't I? Just fucking wait till then and keep quiet. You'll get what's due," the words cut through the air, unmistakably my mother's.

Who was she talking to? Suspicion crept inside of ...