Teresa

The room suddenly felt too small and too hot. I stared at Clara and Alora as if I had just met them for the first time.

It still felt difficult to believe that the person I’d believed all this years, the one whom I trusted, was the one secretly inflicting harm on me.

“Teresa, please—” Clara shook her head, still sobbing.

“No,” I shook my head, sniffing. “Don’t beg now. Isn’t it a little too late for that?”

She bowed her head.

“You poisoned me!” ...