Why had her parents loved Maya so effortlessly, yet remained so distant from her?
What had she done wrong?
What was it about her that had made them incapable of looking at her with the same warmth, the same pride, or the same affection they had always reserved for her younger sister?
She had searched for those answers countless times, but every memory led her back to the same lonely place.
Pain.
Isolation.
Distance.
Those were the only things that had remained constant throughout her childhood.
