The next morning, Zaya was up early, preparing breakfast and getting ready. She slipped into a stunning gown, pulled her hair back, and grabbed her handbag. She made her way to the living room, waiting for Kabir, determined to see Amaya off.
As Amaya descended the stairs, Zaya's eyes followed her every move, a smile of malice playing on her lips as she took a sip from her coffee mug.
"Oh, you poor soul, leaving already?" Zaya taunted. "Stay, please."
Amaya ignored Zaya, rolling her bag towards the exit.
Zaya wasn't about to let her leave without a parting gift.
"Stop!" Zaya ordered, her voice icy.
Amaya kept walking, resolute in her silence.
Zaya's eyes narrowed, her voice taking on a dangerous edge. "Did you think I'd let you walk away after all you've done?"
Amaya turned, her eyes meeting Zaya's, defiance in her gaze. "There's nothing left for me here," she said. "Nothing I want."
Amaya was about to resume her walk.
