Arsalan was left waiting in an empty room. Stephanie must still be with Shila, he figured. He sat at the edge of the bed, removed his scarf, and rested his head in his hands. For the first time in a long while, he felt like a nobody. Like he had nothing. He was conflicted. One side of him wanted to punish Stephanie for not giving him the benefit of the doubt, for not believing him like she claimed she did barely three days ago.
Then again, he wished to forgive her and prove his innocence in whatever allegation had upset her.
Arsalan imagined spending his days alone, and it made him sick to his stomach. ‘Get a hold of yourself, you will not cry over any woman,’ he commanded, forcing the salty drops to remain in their sockets.
When the door creaked, Arsalan did not bother hiding his face.
