Maya's povI take some of the money from my purse and hand it to the cab driver. I get off a heavy weight settling in my chest. He takes my things outside the house a beaming smile on his lips. I inhale sharply, willing my legs to move forward.What was I thinking about coming here?The house is nestled just at the edge of the farm town. The red brick house stands with quiet charm, wrapped in the scent of earth and wildflowers. The brick walls, weathered by sun and rain, held stories of simpler times, while a rust-red tin roof glinted in the afternoon light. A white picket fence framed the tiny garden out front, where tomatoes, sunflowers, and mint grow side by side. Smoke curls lazily from the stone chimney, and chickens clucked softly in the nearby coop.I knock on the door and it opens almost immediately. Mum stands there with an apron tied around her waist. She holds a china in one hand and a tablecloth in the other. Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Maya, what are you doing here
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