## Maya's POV
mum's words hung in the air like a challenge.
"Your father's death wasn't an accident," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Aisha's grip on my hand tightened as we listened, our minds reeling. What was she talking about?
Fatima's eyes filled with tears. "He was murdered. By someone close to us."
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Murdered? Who could do such a thing?
## Aisha's POV
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Our father, murdered? It couldn't be true.
Maya's face was pale, her eyes wide with
shock. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was: who could have done this?
mum's voice cracked as she spoke, but I couldn't muster up any sympathy. Not yet.
## Fatima's POV
I took a deep breath, the weight of my secrets
crushing me. I'd kept the truth about their father's death hidden for so long, but I knew I had to tell them.
As I looked at my daughters, I saw the shock and pain in their eyes. I knew I'd hurt them, but I hoped they'd understand why I'd kept the truth from them.
## Scar-faced Man's POV
I watched from the shadows, my eyes fixed on the café. Fatima was revealing the truth about
the sisters' father's death, and I knew my plan was falling apart.
I gritted my teeth, my anger simmering. I'd
been so close to achieving my goal, and now it was slipping away.
I made a call, my voice low and urgent. "We need to act now. The sisters are getting too close to the truth."