Makkah man of mine.

Makkah Man of Mine — Episode Two The applause hadn't stopped when Amara stepped backstage. Something felt wrong. The San Jose catwalk glittered behind her, but beneath the music and flashing cameras, whispers were spreading through the dressing rooms. “Did you hear what happened?” “No. What?” “They found another letter.” Amara froze. Another letter? She turned toward the voice, but the woman had already disappeared into the crowd. Then her phone vibrated. UNKNOWN NUMBER: Stop asking questions about Makkah. Her heart began pounding. She stared at the message, wondering who could possibly know what she had been investigating. Then another message arrived. UNKNOWN NUMBER: He isn't who you think he is. Amara looked across the room. There he was. The man she'd secretly fallen for—the mysterious stranger everyone simply called the Makkah man. Their eyes met. For one brief second, the noisy backstage world seemed to vanish. He walked toward her. “Amara,” he whispered, “we need to leave. Now.” “Why?” His expression changed. “Because they know you found the photograph.” Her blood ran cold. “What photograph?” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out an old, faded picture. Amara stared at it. Standing in the photograph was her mother. And beside her... was the Makkah man.