AMAL
Baby face? Seriously? My face is as adult as faces get. I hate him for relating any part of me with a baby.
Got to admit how dexterous his killing skills were, though. The determination along the firm set of his jaw, the blaze in his eyes.
I grit my teeth remembering his hand on my mouth. How dare he? Does he go around touching people’s faces like that? I’m pretty sure he does much, much worse.
I shake thoughts of Aahil of out my head and on my phone, I start searching for universities.
Summer break is about to end in just a month and although thinking of university is causing me depression, I know I’ll have to do it sooner or later.
With the scarf still hung down on either of my shoulders and the jilbab on, I plant my backside on the bed and lean my head against the bedpost
