Chapter Eleven
"Thicker Than Water"
Maya Herrera - Manhattan, New York
"Padre!" Maya called, bleary-eyed and in disbelief.
Maya's father stood, a few inches taller than her, with jet black hair, a rather thin build and bloodshot eyes. In his hands, heavily bundled in blankets was baby Shanti.
"I'm sorry, father" she sobbed, in English "I was supposed to stop it" He laid Shanti down and hugged her tightly.
"I'm so proud" he told her in a husky, cracked voice. It seemed that seeing Maya realised the fact that his only son was really dead. They stood in silence, looking at each other for a few moments,...
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