Rashid

My first instinct was to pull Lyla behind me, protecting her and our child from the woman standing in the doorway of the clerk’s office.

Hafsa’s chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her face red with anger and an emotion flickering over her face that I’d never seen before: true and utter disgust.

“What have you done!”

It shocked me to see her capable of such human emotions. For so long ...