Recovering

Ayisha had been restless since they moved into the new house. The marble floors, the chandeliers, the two exotic cars waiting in the driveway. Everything felt like a dream. Yet every time she caught sight of Tessa curled up on the sofa, eyes dull and cheeks hollow from endless crying, her heart hardened.

“You need a new life, Tess,” Ayisha said one morning, standing in front of her with a glass of juice in hand.

Tessa blinked up at her, confused. “A new life? Ayisha, my ...