AMAL
There is loud knocking on my door. No.Thedoor. Hisdoor. I groan and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I don’t think anybody can blame me for sleeping in my jilbab. At least I took the niqab off.
I quickly tie it and open the door. It’s Aahil. He looks absolutely knackered. A twinge of guilt sours my stomach. Did he not sleep because of me?
Ugh. No, Amal. Don’t feel bad for him.
“I came back for breakfast,” He deadpans. “Come downstairs after you’re ready.”
I nod and begin closing the door but he places one hand on it. I look at him questioningly.
“I might have to sleep after this,” He says and my lips turn down in distaste. He has such a bad routine. How predictable. “Are you going to be okay?”
I don’t even want to bother with a reply but I say, “Let’s establish something. When yo
