"My son recovered—faster than the doctors had predicted. From that point forward, there were no more mysterious injuries in my home. No more accidents. No more illnesses. No more unexplained disasters."
She smiled, but it was a sad, broken smile.
"Even though our family could never be as lovely and happy as it was before we lost my Second daughter, I am content now. Peaceful. My Second son has given me grandchildren—beautiful, innocent babies. And just the thought of Maya coming back into our lives and potentially injuring them is something I cannot and will not allow to happen."
She looked at Heena with eyes that had gone completely cold.
"I don't give a damn about Maya anymore. The day my son was pushed and hit his head on that stone and nearly died was the day my daughter Maya died to me. That's final. I don't care what she's doing, how she's living, what happens to her."
She picked up her tea cup and swirled it slowly, looking at Heena with calculating assessment.
