## Maya's POV
Aisha and I sipped our coffee, the warmth
spreading through our chilled bones. We'd been talking for hours, trying to process everything that had happened.
As we laughed, I saw Fatima standing outside the café, her eyes locked on us. My heart
skipped a beat as she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Aisha followed my gaze, her expression hardening. "What does she want?"
I shook my head, unsure. Fatima's eyes met mine, and I saw the regret and determination there.
## Aisha's POV
Fatima approached us, her steps hesitant.
Maya's grip on my hand tightened as Fatima stopped in front of us.
"Aisha, Maya, I'm so sorry," Fatima said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've hurt you, but I want to make things right."
I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "How?"
Fatima took a deep breath. "I'll tell you everything. The truth about your father, about our family... everything."
## Fatima's POV
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I'd rehearsed this moment countless
times, but nothing could prepare me for the reality.
As I looked at my daughters, I saw the pain and distrust in their eyes. I knew I had to earn back their trust, and it wouldn't be easy.
"Aisha, Maya, please listen," I said, my voice shaking. "I know I've made mistakes, but I want to make amends."
## Scar-faced Man's POV
I watched from across the street, my eyes fixed
on the café. Fatima was talking to the sisters, and I could see the tension in their bodies.
My phone buzzed, and I answered, my voice low. "Yes?"
"You're running out of time," a voice said. "The sisters are getting closer to the truth."
I gritted my teeth, my plan unraveling. I'd have to act fast, before Fatima spilled everything.
As I watched, Fatima stood up, her eyes locked on the sisters. She was going to tell them everything. I had to move.