Bianca.

As I spoke, a heavy silence filled the room, only interrupted by my ragged breathing. I felt my mother’s intense gaze on me, creating a suffocating atmosphere. I waited for her to say something, but she remained silent. The tension in the room increased as I anticipated her next action.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper yet cutting through the silence like a knife.

“Sinner?” Her tone was icy, filled with contempt. “Yes, you are a sinner, Bianca. You are a sinner because you dare to defy me,” she continued, her voice gaining strength with each word. “You defy the...