Nora:

The days that followed my encounter with Solange were filled with an unrelenting fury. The thought of her, the woman who had performed the demise of my parents, consumed my every waking moment. I couldn't let her escape justice; I needed revenge. The fire burning within me was relentless, a blaze that fueled my desire for retribution.

“I hate you, Solange!” I screamed on top of my voice, while my baby cried at a corner. “I’ll make sure I find you…”

“Nora?”

I turned to find Nancy, all bewildered.

“What are you doing?”

“You wouldn’t understand, Nancy,” I turned away from her, so she wouldn’t read my emotions any...