23rd Day of the Marriage Game
The storm brewing within her was inevitable. Now, as she faced Gumamela, her biological mother, in the garden, that storm threatened to break, but Neoma kept it contained—for now. Her resolve hardened as she fixed her mother with an unwavering gaze, waiting for whatever justification she had to offer.
Across the table, she seemed to sense the battle raging within her daughter. She exhaled deeply, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on her lap. The distance between them was both physical and emotional—a gap years in the making. But for now, this small glass table was the only barrier between their fractured worlds.
The echoes of the past rippled through her mind as she reluctantly followed her mother into the backyard garden. The path was lined with
