Rashid

“When we get back to the palace, your father will be waiting for you.” This was the first thing my mother said to me the moment the car took off into the streets of L.A.

I stared out the window, barely comprehending the words.

My entire life was flying by me in slow motion. None of it felt real. Like I was underwater and could barely breathe the farther we drove away from Lyla’s apartment. It’s a startling ...