Meera’s family had always whispered about her curse, blaming her for her father’s paralysis and her mother’s death. But she had never asked her father what had really happened. She didn’t want to burden him with those questions, nor did she want to know the truth. Fear kept her silent.
But Mr. Waller had noticed the changes in his daughter. The way she avoided the family, the quiet sadness that seemed to hang over her. He knew something was wrong, and it pained him to see her withdrawing from the world.
He didn’t know the full extent of the t*****e she had endured from their relatives. He didn’t know that every day she was reminded of the curse they claimed followed her. But he did know that she wasn’t herself anymore. That night, after Meera had gone to bed, Mr. Waller made a decision. He could no longer stand by and watch his daughter suffer in silence. He had to tell her the truth about her mother, about the past that had haunted them both for so long.
It was time for the secrets to end, and for Meera to know that she wasn’t cursed—that the love she carried in her heart wasn’t a weapon, but a gift.