Handan didn’t know which she noticed first.

  The strange accidents in the house, the way everything kept breaking?

  Or the fact that Asya was always playing with that old doll?

  "Where did you find this filthy thing?" she asked her daughter.

  "Mizra gave it to me before she left," Asya said.

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  So Mizra had given it to her.

  Handan should never have hired that cursed-looking woman.

  She was hardworking, polite, and quiet—but her eyes...

  Even when she was dismissed, her face remained expressionless.

  When Handan’s beloved angel figurine was shattered, she threw the doll in the trash.

  Asya screamed and cried until she was too exhausted to go on.

  The next morning, the doll was back in Asya’s bed.

  Handan, however, never woke up again.