Few months later
Nadeen sat by the window, staring at Majid as he stood outside, waiting. The weight of the world pressed down on her, yet she rubbed her belly gently, feeling the faint flutter of her unborn child. Her thoughts drifted back to Khalid, and she closed her eyes, trying to hold onto the memories of him—his smile, his scent, the way he held her hand when she felt afraid, the way he cared for Hanif with so much tenderness. It was a love that, despite everything, felt unfinished.
Why did life take him away from me? she thought. It still didn't feel real. Every part of her wanted to believe that Khalid was alive, that the news of his death was just a cruel mistake. But everyone had confirmed it—her parents, the authorities—Khalid was gone. Yet, a part of her still held onto the
