7. The Woman Sitting in My Chair
When I reached my property, the gate was open.
I could hear music coming from inside.
There were people talking and laughing.
At first, I thought the family might be celebrating something.
I walked through the gate with my suitcase in one hand and my handbag in the other.
Then I entered the house.
A woman was sitting in the living room.
She was wearing a beautiful outfit and speaking to someone in the kitchen.
She appeared completely comfortable.
On the table were decorations, drinks, and several household items I recognized.
Then I looked more closely at the woman.
My hands began to shake.
It was Grace.
My younger sister.
She was sitting in the chair I had bought before leaving the country.
She was wearing clothes similar to the ones I had sent home as gifts.
She was giving instructions to someone as if she owned the entire house.
I stood there, unable to speak.
Then Daniel walked out of the hallway.
He was holding a cup.
The moment he saw me, the cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.
His face turned pale.
“Amara…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence.
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