"We are leaving!
Mira screamed at Joya's face.
"Where do we go, Mother?! Joya was rather too calm.
"I don't care where we go. I wonder what this man exploits your body for—little or nothing in return." Mira's face looked wrinkled, the suffering showing on her face, her complexion paler.
"We have to do what we can for survival." Joya was trying to be logical.
"You have made enough money; we will survive on that." Mira sat up properly on the worn-out and detached bed.
She gazed at her left leg; it took a while, but it was slowly healing.
"I will never forgive myself if anything happens to you. Pack up; we will leave by dawn." Mira was adamant. Joya sighed, then walked out of the small room, and then came back with a cup of milk of opium poppy.
She sat down beside her mother…
"Here,
