Nisa frowned in confusion. "I didnt kill any child. My child's father, my father in law, pushed me down the stairs." She clarified. "I didn't want it but I was still playing the part of a good wife at the time. Just not trying to cause any shame."

She sighed and poured the water when it began to boil. "He was the only one spending time with me. They wanted an heir after all. But his anger got to him when I began to argue back. After that, I realized I only had to be good on the surface. All of this frustration and feeling caged I've had for years finally ignited."

She moved and sat in front of him as she placed the cups. "It's funny though. All this killing helps, but I'm still not fully satisfied." Her eyes wandered away. "I used to be happy helping father with the shop. I was jealous when you spoke of becoming an officer. I wanted to be something too. A lawyer. A doctor. A detective. Something big and serious. But..." she shrugged and folded her hands neatly in her lap. "I have been what father and mother wanted me to be. To everyone else, I am just your sweet and tormented sister."