Muya shifted uncomfortably, sensing the anger simmering just beneath the surface. "He mentioned things... about you and Dad. About how I came to be. Mom, I need to know the truth."
Victoria's expression hardened, her eyes flashing with anger. "The truth?" she spat, her voice rising. "What truth, muya? The truth that your father was a weak man who couldn't stand up for himself? That he left us, left me, to deal with everything on my own?"
Muya flinched at the bitterness in her tone. "Mom, that's not what I meant. I just… I need to understand why things happened the way they did. Why our family is the way it is."
Victoria stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor with a sharp sound. "You have no right to question me about your father, Muya. None of this is your concern." Her voice was sharp, laced with fury.
