I never thought I would see the woman who raised me when I was a child, neither did she expect to see me.
So imagine the shock on my face too.
She was considered as my second mother after the death of my mother. I remember her always being there for me, taking care of me, picking me up from school, how excited I used to be when she made my favorite meal.
She was considered family.
Why would she do such a thing?
“Nanny” I called in shock.
She looked at me with a bit of guilt in her eyes, with regrets, now my questions had multiplied. After I left for my studies, I was barely able to reach any one in the estate.
Never would I have expected that it would be her. I could think of a dozen people who tried to kill my grandfather and she would never be on the list.
“Why?” I asked.
She lo
