Maya

At night, I waited anxiously for the twins. Every passing second in this room was haunting and terrifying, dredging up memories I'd rather forget. But I had made a choice—to reveal the truth to them. I couldn't back away from it now.

As time crawled by, my eyes were fixed on the watch, wishing for it to hasten and for their arrival to be sooner. I was still reeling from the shock.

My own mother... a murderer.

I'd never been so disturbed by the fact that she was ...