{LUMIRA} I set my duffel bag on the center table, confused by the statement he had made. He knew I'd finally come? I twisted my neck and looked behind me, wishing someone else was here to witness this. But it was just me. A grimace puckered my face as I looked at the man who had made my life a mess. For ten years, he sabotaged my dreams and killed the vision I had for a promising future. Seeing him this way didn't stir a single thread of pity in me. He committed so many grievances. So he deserved to be served ‘misery and agony’ on a golden platter. "L-Lumira," He called, his voice weak but hoarse. "Come closer." My lips turned in disgust at the putrid smell oozing from him. Nonetheless, I strode forward and stopped just by the couch, looking down at him. He slowly opened his

