Vaquesha sat cross-legged in her Thandani home, contemplating life and how she should deal with the gloomy circumstance in front of her.
She had been waiting for this day for years, and when it finally arrived, she felt like a joke, which upset her more than learning the truth.
But now that the truth was in front of her, there was no turning back.
She was like this for a reason, with the various identities she had used during her life, the countless sacrifices she had made, and all the horrific things she had done as a human being.
Wasn’t all of this done so that she could learn the truth about the slaughter when she was eight years old?
What irritated her the most about her current circumstance was the idea of her and Miguel being biologically connected. She wasn’t someone who actually cared about the world, because she didn’t believe selling drugs or prostitution to be wrong.
Incest, on the other hand, was something she didn’t want to think about.
