Superstition
Seeing Maya, Eleanor looked remorseful. “I never intended to harm Emma,” she confessed, her voice quivering. “It was just a matter of protecting her.”
This unexpected response surprised Maya. “What do you want to protect her from?” she asked.
The tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes as she hesitated before speaking. “I’m just very superstitious. I always believe my firstborn daughter will suffer misfortune.”