AAHIL
From today starts the week that I’m sure I’ll love. Dinners where I’ll see the family members I adoreand love.
Today is probably going to be the most bearable one. That is, if Abdallah decides to keep his big mouth shut.
"Who invited us again?" Amal asks as we walk to the garage.
"Abdallah and my sister," I say, unlocking the car. It opens with a beep and I slide in.
She doesn't say anything, quietly sitting and closing the door of my Audi shut.
I fire the engine and look through the rearview. Reversing, we're finally out of the gate.
Amal uncomfortably shifts, letting me know that she wants to say something but won't because this is me. And talking to me is a blow to her pride.
Although I hate having to speak—save for the few conversations with Abdallah—maybe I should ta
