married off his daughter

steady, but his sleeve was tattered, the fabric fraying against her wrist.

“She is your problem now,” Malik snapped, the sound of a gate slamming shut on a life.

The man, Yusha, did not speak. He led her away from the only home she had ever known, his footsteps sure even in the muck. They walked for what felt like hours, leaving the scent of jasmine continue reading …