Broken Bonds
The morning sun poured into the house Tessa had moved the children into, its golden warmth filling every corner. From the outside, it was the picture of peace—wide balconies, freshly painted walls, polished floors that gleamed like mirrors. But inside, that peace was nowhere to be found.
Tessa stood in the middle of the hallway, hands pressed against her temples as she tried to keep her voice steady. Jamal and Kamal had already stormed into their shared room and slammed the door. Beauty sat on the stairs with her arms folded tight across her chest, glaring down at Tessa with those fierce, unblinking eyes. Pretty trailed after her, tears brimming as she muttered, “I want to go home.”
Home.
The word stabbed Tessa in the chest. This was supposed to be home now. She had fought
