The dawn light crept through the curtain's gaps, illuminating the guest room of the hut where I spent the sleepless night. The fate of my children would be decided that day, ironically and cruelly, on their birthday.
I rose from the guest room, the cold wooden floor beneath my bare feet. I headed to the bathroom, leaving behind the shadows of the restless night. The morning ritual was like a mechanical act, an attempt to prepare myself for what the busy day had in store. I descended the stairs, making my way to the lower floor of the hut.
Upon reaching there, I encountered Zora, standing with two men. A serious conversation seemed to be taking place, and Zora was evidently concerned. “This needs to be done soon. It's crucial,” I heard her say, emphasizing the urgency.
Intrigued and anxi
