Zaira’s POV
“Mom?! What is that in your hand and how did you get it?” I exclaimed before I grabbed her hands.
“Huh? Well, this-“ I felt my mother stiffen up as a look of panic flashed on her face. It seemed she had just remembered why she was also out in a rush.
I glanced around quickly to check if there was anyone nearby. Luckily, there wasn’t. I knew we had to get somewhere quiet to talk about it. It would be bad if anyone overheard our conversation.
My eyes landed on my mother’s room.
‘There.’
“Mom! Let’s go talk in your room. You can walk right?” I asked her as I noticed her legs were a bit unsteady.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I can walk. I’m just a bit dizzy because of the rush. Give me a moment.” My mother said as she closed her eyes and quickly stabilized her breath. Once
