Fariya's POV
As Fariya entered the house, she could hear the soft murmur of Haya’s voice, talking on the phone. It wasn’t unusual for Haya to chat late in the evening, but something about her sister’s tone made Fariya pause. She couldn’t make out the words, but there was a sharpness, a tension that wasn’t normally there.
When she stepped into the living room, Haya abruptly ended the call, her expression shifting from worry to a poorly concealed casualness.
“Oh, hey,” Haya greeted, her smile forced.
Fariya raised an eyebrow, sensing something off. “Hey. Who were you talking to?”
“Amma,” Haya replied quickly, almost too quickly. “Nothing important. How was your day?”
Fariya shrugged, not wanting to dive into her own emotional turmoil. “Same as usual. I’m tired, though. I’m going to fre
