Maya looked at her for a long time. She thought about her mother, about her people, about the years of invisibility.
—I am not part of anyone who will look the other way again—he replied.
Victoria nodded, her gaze lowered.
-I know.
Maya approached the cup. Sati slept with her mouth slightly open, calmly, as if finally the mute would stop biting.
Outside, the morning light illuminated the mansion’s perfect gardens. But inside, perfection no longer mattered so much.
The important thing was this:
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