Aria's POV

I didn't know if I should be mad at Layla for telling Maya that my mum was sleeping. Or at the little girl for even asking.

At the end, I realised that it was the only way out. How do you tell a little child that someone was dead and you were never going to see her again?

Layla looked up from the small suitcase she was rummaging through. "Maya," she said gently. "I... Aunty's not really... sleeping,"

Maya tilted her head. 'But you said she's in a box. That's where people sleep, ...