It was nearly seven in the morning when the doorbell rang. Eve had just finished cleaning her place. She took her daughter’s toys and things out of sight. It had been three months since she had talked to her mother or the other members of her family. And she had been doing the same thing every time her parents visited to check her, hiding all her Yssa’s things like she did not exist.
“Mom, I’ve missed you so much. How are you doing? And where’s dad?” she greeted her after she opened the door and welcomed her with a warm embrace.
“Your dad has something important to do, sweetheart. He said he could not make it today, but he also mentioned visiting you next week. Everything alright?” Her mother, Alexa, was forty-eight years old. Eve got her father’s facial features while she had her mother
