Azrikam Morad was shocked when he admitted to himself he liked his niece.
He never thought he would like anything that came from his brother. He never liked his brother. From the beginning, he always sensed something was wrong with him. How he looked at people, calm and calculating. How he never expressed guilt or shame over anything.
But his daughter…
His daughter was a nice girl. Naive and inexperienced, but those were problems that could be solved with time.
The family was stronger with her. There were too few of them. Mahalat was right about that. But not in his methods.
His children liked her. His wife was relieved to have another woman to talk to at home. And the magic that bound their family loved her, too. The house seemed brighter, the carpets softer, the atmosphere more welc
