I looked at her suddenly, and my chest tightened with an overwhelming wave of fear and regret.
"What do you mean, this is dangerous?" I asked her, my voice trembling. She sighed heavily, as the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.
"Cecilia, Mummy made me promise that I wouldn't tell you anything, so please don’t ask me further. Your Mummy’s only gone for a few days; she’ll be back as soon as she’s done with this business,” she said, her words meant to soothe me, but only served to spiral my anxiety further. I wanted to believe her, truly, but a dark thought gnawed at me—what if my Mummy had put herself in danger for my sake?
"Aunty Sasha, I need you to tell me everything!" I practically begged, my voice stronger now, fueled by desperation. The frustration and urgency bubbled i
