When Amara became pregnant, Etha vowed to shield her. But promises are fragile things when evil wears the mask of love.<\/p>\n
Helen began visiting \u201cto help.\u201d She brought gifts, advice, and on one fateful morning \u2014 a cup of herbal tea.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s an old family recipe,\u201d she said smoothly. \u201cFor a healthy pregnancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Amara hesitated, but kindness often trusts too easily. She drank it, smiled faintly\u2026 and within an hour, collapsed.<\/p>\n
Etha rushed her to the hospital, frantic and pale. But after hours of desperate attempts, the doctor finally whispered the words that shattered him:<\/p>\n
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\u201cI\u2019m sorry. We lost them both.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
He dropped to his knees beside her lifeless hand.<\/p>\n
When it came time to decide the funeral, he faltered. Amara had always feared fire \u2014 she wanted to be buried \u2014 but his mother insisted on cremation. Blinded by sorrow, he gave in.<\/p>\n
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