“Until the situation has been resolved, you’ll move back to the compound immediately.” Papa adds, “And you’ll also take a leave of absence from your job.”

“You can’t be serious!” I shake my head. “I’m not moving to the compound. And I won’t quit my job!”

Papa leans across his desk, rage filling every line of his face. A muscle ticks near the corner of his eye. He’s holding onto his temper by a thread.

I understand that his fury is fueled by ...