HE ESTATE – MORNING CHAOS
The hallway echoed with the sharp crash of porcelain. Screaming followed. Not from the baby—but from Amira.
“Elira has no right to her!” Amira’s voice pierced the air like a blade. “She’s mine!”
Elira stood at the bottom of the stairs, her hands tightening around the bannister. Her eyes flicked upward, calm on the surface—but her breath was unsteady. Not for herself. But for the little girl asleep in the next room.
“Amira, lower your voice,” Livia snapped from behind her daughter, but she wasn’t exactly quiet herself. Her tone sliced through the estate like glass. “We’re not here to beg. We’re here to take back what’s ours.”
“Our daughter,” Amira spat.
“You left her,” Elira said, voice cool, almost a whisper. “Don’t come claiming her now that she’s clean, sa
