Esma froze with incredulous stares at the woman who just expressed her denials about her own daughter - Yara- whom to Esma's knowledge was her child. What was her relationship with Yara? Was she only her stepmother or adopted mother? Those questions filled her head until the hand of that woman grabbed the door's handle with an intention to close her access to the inside.
"Please wait a minute, Madam. I have something to talk to you about."
"I am not in good condition to welcome any guests today. You should leave, Miss." she asserted her refusal in her tone of voice as cold as snow.
"I truly hope you will kindly let me in for I have an important matter to inquire about…," she paused as doubt colored her intonation to mention the name, "Yara."
She was not entirely wrong with her assump
