Third Person POVMargaret glared at Maya, her eyes burning with pure hatred.“Really, Margaret? That’s the best you could come up with?” Maya asked, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. “That I don't have anybody?”“Oh, shut the fuck up, Maya!” Margaret snapped. What were you expecting? That I’d call you my daughter?”She scoffed.“Come on, Maya. That’s a position I will never give you.”Maya folded her arms across her chest, her fingers digging into her skin.Surprised, her mother's words still hurt.No matter how many times Maya told herself she didn't care, no matter how hard she tried to bury the little girl who had once craved her mother's love, Margaret always knew exactly where to strike.And somehow, those words still reached that wounded part of her.Maya swallowed the lump in her throat and forced the smile back onto her face.“What happened in the kitchen? Between you and Adrian?”Margaret demanded, her eyes darting nervously toward the doorway before snapping back to Maya.
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