"I hired a driver for you because I won't be having any time to take you to school now. He's waiting for you outside." He looked away and turned his gaze to amira clinging to him. White knuckles from clenching her fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, her hunched form exuded animosity that was like acid; burning, slicing, potent. Her face was red with suppressed rage as she stormed out of the living room.

She met the new driver waiting for her outside. He ...