MAYA

I sat in the hospital room, my eyes fixed on Vikky's small form. She was still recovering from the poisoning, and I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Erica was behind it.

"Donovan, how could she do this?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger and hurt.

Donovan's face was grim, his eyes flashing with anger.

"I don't know, Maya," he said. "But we'll find out. We'll get to the bottom of this and make sure that Erica pays for what she's done."

I nodded, feeling a sense of determination. We would get justice for Vikky, no matter what it took.

Just then, the...