Troy, meet Hafez, Shayda’s husband. Her anchor, her rock, her safe harbor. Hafez, meet Troy, the current that sweeps her so far ashore, she forgets which way is home. They shake hands—the solid, down-to-earth man and the restless, unpredictable lightning in the sky. I feel like a tree exposed to the elements, my roots clinging to the soil, my branches flirting with heaven.
