Meera~

  I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, her words slicing through my chest like shards of broken glass. My fingers trembled as I clutched the empty tray, forcing a polite smile on my face.

  "Apologies, Mummy," I murmured, my voice soft, almost breaking. "I'll keep that in mind."

  Abram sat silently beside her, his expression cold, detached, as though her insult had no impact. He didn’t even glance at me. That hurt more than her words ever could.

  "You can leave now," she said, waving me off like I was an insignificant maid.

  I nodded, backing away carefully, then turning on my heels to escape the suffocating air...