Chapter 63Relegated to a more modest room, since her sumptuous apartment was now a crime scene, Talya was reading in bed when Hassan knocked at her door.
He had just come back from a lengthy meeting with James. “May I come in?”
“Sure.” she said, extending her arms out to him, smiling. Again, unwanted tears began rolling down her cheeks.
“Talya, what’s wrong?”
When he was close to her, she put her arms around him in hope that she would feel the need for his love...
“I love you... Why are you so cold?” he whispered in her ear.
“Rasheed. He’s the reason.” She was scared. All she wanted to feel, all she so desperately needed to feel, seemed held back by the vision of ugliness—the ugliness of Rasheed. She tried not to close her eyes—to look into Hassan’s eyes—to seek refuge in his love
