"Shh! Just breathe. I'm right here," Amaya murmured, wrapping her arms around Zeya, her fingers gently rubbing her arms to soothe her. Zeya pressed her face against Amaya's neck, her voice trembling. "I don't know what to do anymore. Mom won't listen, and she's determined to sell the house."
Amaya held her tighter, feeling Zeya's body shake with each sob. After a few moments, Zeya pulled back, her cheeks glistening with tears as she wiped them away. "If I remember correctly, Demi and Somi come from wealthy families too, right? I wasn't there when you needed me, but they were. Why didn't you reach out to them?" Amaya asked, her confusion evident.
