Amaira had no courage left over to open her eyes. Yet in the end, she knew that something wasn't right.
When her mother lifted her hand to slap her, why was there no pain on her body or cheek?
Amaira reopened her one eye, to see that everything was entirely unexpected and something which she never imagined.
Slowly And steadily, Amaira lifted off her hand from her face as she put it down and looked worriedly at the current position.
Javier was holding Shirley's hand with force, stopping her in the middle to raise her here on Amaira.
Jennifer too stood up from her seat in anger and walked closer to them.
But Javier was surely mining deathly aura around him. Shirley, who was currently burning in the pit of rage, greeted her teeth, "Javier! leave my wrist."
