The study remains silent, thick with emotions.
Maya stands in the centre of the room, the golf club resting against her shoulder like a battle-worn sword.
The air is sharp with the scent of sweat and fear, broken only by the ragged breathing of the two tutors groaning on the floor.
The triplets remain seated at their desks but slowly inch towards each other in the aftermath, seeming to derive comfort from each other.
The sight of it ignites something primal in Maya’s chest.
Then—
The door creaks open.
The sound is almost hesitant as if whoever is entering already senses something is wrong.
Maya turns slowly, her grip tightening on the club.
The tall third tutor steps inside, tall and wiry with a neatly pressed suit and round spectacles.
His brow furrows at the ee
