Chapter 5 · free to read
The buyer came in person at last — cream linen in a house of turmeric dust, smiling the way a man smiles at a thing he has already priced.
They asked the matriarch to come down and meet the man. She would not give him even that.
The youngest had learned that the truth, like a spice, is best captured before it can be denied.
A friend inside these walls. There were only four women in this house. And one of them had brought him here.
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