The wind in Truro City was damp and cold.
Anisa Cooper found a secluded place to take the phone call, her nails scratching at the bark of a nearby tree.
"I already said I won't marry him. Since they're offering so much money, why don't you marry him instead?" Anisa cried with red-rimmed eyes.
Immediately, curses came from the other side of the phone: "You disrespectful girl! How dare you speak to me like that? Do you even remember that I'm your mother? Who raised you to this age?"
"Do you even remember that I'm your daughter? I'm a person, not an object to be traded for your son's house, car, and wife," Anisa's nail dug into the tree bark.
"So you won't marry the rich family, but you insist on marrying that cripple? Are you out of your mind?" Anisa's mother snapped.
"He's not a cripple!" Anisa growled.
