Maya lay awake for a long time, but she refused to confront her new reality, so her eyes remained tightly shut, feigning sleep. Her happily ever after had abruptly ended. She was only given just a year of happiness, then fate cruelly snatched it away, sending her back to purgatory.
"My dear daughter, I know you are pretending to be asleep." A cold chilly voice said.
Maya's eyes snapped open.
A tall middle-aged man with olive skin and a chiseled facial structure, like that of a Mafia don, lingered by the bed Maya was lying in. His face bore a familiarity that she couldn't quite place.
Maya pushed herself into a sitting position, using the last bit of energy her body had left. She was physically weakened by whatever drug Nana Rose spiked her wine with.
Nana Rose…. She can't think about her now. She will process her betrayal later. All of her thoughts and attention are captured by this man standing in front of her.
