The clock ticked mercilessly, its echo bouncing off the grand silence of the mansion. Melissa was sitting frozen, her heart still hammering from the confrontation that had just unfolded. Her mother, a woman carved from resilience, sitting before her with moist, wide eyes. She had come charging into the lion’s den to rescue her daughter — only to hear her refuse salvation. But she can’t leave , not like this. She sold herself to him , she gave her words to him to stay by his side, she married him.
“Melissa,” her mother’s voice trembled as she stood from the plush velvet sofa. Melissa knew what her mother will say to her but she don’t understand in what manner she make her mother understand that she can’t leave. Melissa can understand her mother’s fear too. After all she lived her past w
