***~~ZARA~~***When I arrived at my family’s house, I stepped out of the car and barely had time to close the door before the maids came running from the house.They wiped their hands on their aprons and hurried towards the trunk, reaching for my bags before I had even finished getting out. One of them greeted me warmly while another immediately offered to help with the luggage. “Good afternoon, ma,” one of them greeted.“Good afternoon,” I replied, forcing a small smile.I was relieved that none of them asked me anything, though I could see the questions sitting on their faces. I couldn’t blame them. I had left the house as a married woman, and now I had returned with a car full of luggage and no husband beside me. Even without knowing what happened, the situation practically explained itself.I didn’t want to discuss it with anyone yet. Not the maids, not even the people who might have heard something through the grapevine. I just wanted to get inside, find somewhere quiet, and
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