No police yet, Adel... If you report it now, all our leads will vanish. Trust me, son... I will get her justice, and I will call the police at the exact right moment!" Dr. Adel hesitated for a second, then nodded in deference to the older man's authority: "Alright, Baba Astaveros. She can be discharged tomorrow, but she needs constant care, and someone completely trustworthy must handle her food and drinks." By the next morning, Sarah’s mother, Dowlatt, had arrived at the hospital. She sat beside her daughter’s pale, weak form, stroking her hair while crying softly in anguish: "If only you hadn't gotten married! You didn't even want to get married... Your heart knew what was waiting for you!" Omar walked into the room, his voice raspy as he tried to soothe her: "Calm down, Mother... I’m right here with her, and I won't leave her side." Baba Astaveros stepped in gently: "Please, Mrs. Dowlatt, try to stay calm. We are in a hospital." She wept, shaking her head: "That’s the whole tragedy, Baba Astaveros—that we’re in a hospital!" At her mother’s insistence on keeping Sarah safe, Omar drove them to