Chapter EightZain’s heart leapt for joy when she heard her father’s voice over the phone. He had called her with a happy surprise. “Hello? Zain? I’m at the Continental Hotel with Najati. We’re attending an open seminar at the invitation of the Lebanon Bar Association. We got here a little while ago, and I’ll be leaving Beirut on Tuesday evening. My lecture is scheduled for Monday, the day after tomorrow. I was hoping you could spend the weekend with me. If you don’t have other commitments, we could go to the summer houses in the mountains tomorrow.”
As immersed as she was in her new life in Beirut, nothing could have made Zain happier than to hear the voice of her father, the one person in the world she could confide anything to without being afraid he would use her confidence to hurt or
