He gazed at her on the screen, enchanted. Was he in love with her? Did he wish she were the daughter he’d never had? Or was he happy she wasn’t his daughter? Then again, maybe he just saw his orphaned self reflected in her. He honestly didn’t know. Zain’s presence in my life makes me positive and optimistic. Ever since the first time she came to the clinic, I’ve had a hard time defining my feelings toward her. But one thing is certain: I’m delighted to see her taking life by the horns rather than playing the miserable, helpless divorcee.
He listened to Zain with rapt attention as she spoke truth to power, and as the moderator tried in vain to shut her up.
“I’m ready to go, my luny Damascene!” he heard Brigitte announce brightly. He drew her close to him. Mingled with a rush of tenderness
