Chapter TwoWhen Dr. Manahili dropped Zain off at the door, she staggered so badly that he didn’t have the heart to leave her. He decided he had to take her to her actual house, wherever it happened to be.
He drove to Mt. Qasioun, where he parked in the square and sat waiting in his car. She doesn’t seem to realize I didn’t believe her story about being the daughter of a dancer at the Siryana Club. The girl’s a lousy liar, but she certainly is brave. She’s the only person who’s ever come for an abortion all by herself, and I know she can’t possibly be her stated age of twenty-four. I’ve been around too long to fall for a claim like that. All the others have come with a husband, a sister, a mother or a girlfriend—in other words, with some sort of moral support. When she came to make the app
