Rashid

Getting Lyla into the town car, I shut her door and rubbed my hands over my face.

With Hafsa’s interview now circulating around social media, there was no question that it would be a media frenzy once they figured out where Lyla’s residence was. We couldn’t go back there, even if we wanted to. Not if the cameras and news vans were going to camp out in front of the building trying to snap a photo any time one of us tried to ...