Chapter Thirty-Eight
AMATULLAH'S POV He looked at me, anxiety in his eyes. I could see the fear that accompanied it when I told him I remembered something. My heart stomped fiercer against my chest. I was scared. I saw something. My pounding head had stopped. When my head pounded as if I had been hit by a boulder, images were blurry. They came, flashing and flashing trying to force their way into my head. It was painful then they became clearer and clearer. "Tell me" Yusuf voiced with worry. I gulped. How will I tell him what I saw would create doubt in our minds? How will I tell him? I held his hand and spoke gently choosing my words. I woke up to water splashing on me. My eyes flew opened and I let out a sharp breath. Cold liquid dripped from my head to my toes, my clothes hugging my body. My head throbb
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