SUNDAY 8PM – FARIDA“Why are you saying this?” I plead with my son. “Is it your idea of a joke?”
Khalid looks at me, his face serious, and my gut tells me that this is the truth coming from his mouth, but I can't stop listening, no matter how much I want to cover my ears.
“I found out accidentally,” he tells me in a low voice, no doubt worried that his cousin might overhear. “Uncle Ali asked me to go and fetch the tracker to put inside Uzma's suitcase, but I thought I'd better make sure it worked first, so I slipped it into Dad's jacket pocket.”
“What exactly did you see?” Curiosity starts rising rise to the surface where my anger bubbles.
“I told you. Dad and Aunty Shazia, kissing in his car.”
“In the supermarket car park?”
Khalid nods, his cheeks flushing red as I ask him to repeat
