“And I’ll find Jamshid. You have my word.” At that, Muntadhir’s eyes finally grew damp. “Thank you,” he said quietly. “Please tell him . . . ” He took a deep breath, rocking back slightly, obviously struggling to gather himself. When his gaze met hers again, there was a mix of regret and apology there. “Please tell him I loved him. Tell him I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for him sooner.”
Here come the water works
