“You have more questions, Malysh. Ask.”

“How did you know I had more questions?” Racheal asked.

“Your eyes.” Her mother smiled.

Racheal sighed, hesitated.

She was not sure she wanted to hear the answer to the one question in her mind, the one that bothered her so much.

The one that would bother her even more now that she knew her mother had been rewarded with a freaking gold mine.

“You want to know what I did to get such a gift?” her mother asked.

Racheal ...