the roof holds, and the walls don’t talk back. You’ll be safe here, Zainab.”
The sound of her name, spoken with such quiet gravity, hit her harder than any blow. She sank onto a thin mat, her senses hyper-attuned to the space. She heard him moving—the clink of a tin cup, the rustle of dry grass, the striking of a match.
That night, he did not touch continue reading …
