Tahir was silent beside me as we walked to the exit. I was eager to be out of the hospital, but I was also trying to decide what to say to him. Judging by his silence and the stiffness in his shoulders, he was waiting for me to do or say something.

The tension between us was stifling. My gratitude was warring with my suspicion. Tahir had helped my dad just as he’d promised. He told me that he couldn’t tell me how he would do it and I’d agreed to those terms. It would ...