Jerry’s heart stopped for a second.
Everything—the honking cars, the shouting hawkers, the children playing—just went silent. He could not breathe.
Memory started hitting him like a fast-moving train.
He thought of Victoria, his beautiful second wife. She had been the perfect stepmother since Maya’s mother passed away. Maybe too perfect.
He remembered when Maya first started getting sick: the stomach aches, the tiredness, the way her vision always seemed worse right after dinner. He remembered how Victoria insisted on cooking Maya’s meals herself.
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