AMAL
The rest of the journey is spent in silence. We’re both lost in our own thoughts and I bet he’s thinking about his past like I am mine.
There is no ‘it might have happened’ or ‘maybe I’m misunderstood’ because he confessed to it himself. My current husband r***d me when I was a child.
How disgusting is that?
I remember coming across a novel that featured incest and I know this raping her-marrying her thing was famous at the time of Shakespeare.
Crap. Why am I thinking about this when I know it pisses me off? It’s not like I’m all over him, falling for his enigmatic good looks. I’ve always known that people with the nicest physical appearances have the ugliest of hearts.
Minus the exceptions, of course.
“Amal,” Aahil’s voice pulls me out of my trance. And crap, when I look at
