“I’m sorry I didn’t know . . . they were coming for you. You have every right not to trust me, but please talk to me.” “There’s nothing to say.” “Obviously, there is. You might feel better if you talked about it.” “I won’t.” “You don’t know that.” Yes, I do. Shahrzad did not want to talk to Despina. She wanted her sister’s soothing voice and her father’s volume of poetry. She wanted Shiva’s bright smile and infectious laugh. She wanted her own bed and a night when she could sleep without the fear of dawn. And she wanted Tariq. She wanted to fall into his arms and feel the laughter rumble in
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