Mila smiled as she slowly lay beside Angela on the bed. The old room was quiet. A soft breeze came through the half-open window. Mila reached out and touched Angela’s hair.
“My sweet Camila,” she whispered, her voice gentle. “Mama loves you so much…”
She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes.
Angela, who had been pretending to sleep, slowly opened her eyes. Her heartbeat raced. Her head still hurt, and her limbs were heavy from the tea. But she had only one thought in her mind.
Escape.
She turned her eyes and saw the half-filled cup of tea beside the bed. Her hands trembled as she slowly reached for it.
Mila was fast asleep now, breathing deeply.
Angela sat up slowly, her legs shaking.
She stared at Mila.
Then, without warning, she poured the remaining tea into Mila’s mouth.
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