The heavy door swung open, and Madam Pedro swept into the foyer, a whirlwind of frantic energy, followed by three men in white coats carrying heavy medical cases.
"My baby!" Madam Pedro cried out, her voice sharp with panic. She bypassed the furniture, aiming straight for the center of the room to pull Amara into a suffocating embrace.
Amira stood just a few feet away, her expression entirely vacant, as if she were looking through a glass pane at a television screen. She didn't look at Madam Pedro, nor did she acknowledge her presence. Amira simply tucked her phone back into her pocket, watching the scene with cold detachment.
"I heard what happened," Madam Pedro rushed on, checking Amara's face, turning her head from side to side. "I am so sorry I wasn't with you, baby. I'm going to kill that Seb this time around. I will kill him, bring him back to life, and kill him again!"
