Sarah
When the maid informed me that I was being called by my mum, I felt my heart hurt hard. It was just as though it was time for it to fall out.
It was the right thing to ask why I was suddenly scared of my mother calling.
However, someone in my shoes would understand that in as much as we performed our odd jobs together, there were limits. At the same time, certain things I didn't have privileges to.
A clear point why I hated Ella. She didn't know how much freedom she had. But I knew, and I promised to take it away from her.
A knock on the door was all I needed as a passcode into her room.
“Come in,” I heard her voice loud and clear.
Before I walked in, I let out a deep sigh, mentally preparing myself for whatever she was about to tell me.
When I got in, she was seated,
