RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT

CHAPTER 212

India descended the stairs gently, her face looking gloomy as she headed down to the living room. Her usually vibrant features were now etched with a patent melancholy, a stark contrast to the radiant smile that had graced them just two days prior. Each step she took down the grand staircase seemed to weigh heavier on her soul, as if the very weight of her thoughts threatened to drag her down.

Immediately, Maria saw her and sprang up from the plush sofa, hurrying to her daughter's side. India had locked herself in her room for several hours, making all the family members worried and anxious about her well-being. Maria's brow was furrowed with concern as she reached India, placing a gentle hand on her arm.

"India, my dear, what's wrong?" Maria asked, her voice laced with motherly worry. "We've all been so worried about you. Why have you been ignoring us? Why did you shut us all? I am your mother, you can always share your problems with me but I don't know why you just don't."

Indi