A hospital bed.
A weak woman struggling to breathe.
Bills that kept rising every single day.
Her mother.
The door opened.
And everything in the room seemed to freeze.
Madam walked in slowly.
Elegant.
Powerful.
Beautiful in a way that felt untouchable.
But her eyes…
Her eyes were cold.
Not the kind of cold that comes from pride.
The kind that comes from pain.
Deep pain.
The kind that changes a person.
She didn’t smile.
Didn’t greet.
She just sat down and stared at Adamma like she was trying to read through her.
“Stand up,” Madam said.
Adamma stood immediately.
Madam walked around her slowly.
