Fifty five

Kyra sat on the floor in the corner of her room with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around it as she rocked slowly with tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Where she was sitting was a hidden spot behind her closet where she could not be easily seen.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Mother could not do anything to protect you. Mother was unable to do anything to protect herself either, but she’s learning and soon enough, she will take revenge for everything they’ve done to us,” she kept moaning these words over and over again.

“Miss Kyra?” Cynthia called as she walked into the room with Kyra’s dinner. She said she was not going to eat with Anton today, as has been their ritual since she lost her baby.

Her excuse was that she was too tired from her training where Anton did not give her more than a thirty minute break in between every session, so Anton let her be, and it was just this one time.

After her food was poisoned, Anton became apprehensive and ran a background check on ever