Maya was in such a state of mental distress that she could hardly think straight.
Her irritation only grew as she watched Grace, who was erotically brushing her knees against each other, trying to stifle the moans threatening to escape her lips as she silently imagined the intimate encounters she had with Sam.
Grace was typically a stern woman who rarely displayed her emotions through her expressions or actions.
As the eldest daughter, she had always been the responsible one, the sibling others looked up to.
Even from a young age, she had been mature beyond her years.
This maturity was likely a result of her upbringing.
Their mother, Maya, was deeply flawed and emotionally absent—something Maya had only recently begun to recognize.
Though Maya was beginning to realize her shortcomings as a mother, it was too little, too late.
