The news the next morning leaves me speechless. There’s been an accident on a road near the cliff. It’s one of the roads you take to get from the chalet—where Samira and I always used to meet up to make love—to the motorway. Looking more closely, that car looks exactly like Samira’s. I run my hands through my hair as my heart races and my eyes well up. Tell me it’s not true, it can’t be, she can’t be dead, not now.
I jump to my feet and get ready to rush out of my room. As I open the door, I bump into my mother, her eyes brimming with tears; she must have been about to bang on my door. She looks me in the eyes and bursts into tears as she pulls me into her arms.
_ Oh my son, I’m so sorry, I know you loved her so much
_ It can’t be true...
I try to hold it together as best I can, but th
