Chapter Eleven
If I KnewI haven’t heard from him in seven weeks. I was nervously drumming with my fingers on the desk. I pressed a button on my phone to see if I have any missed calls for the fifth time that day. It was unnecessary since I was sitting next to the phone all day, and it was set to ring at the highest volume, so I could even hear it from upstairs.
I gathered all the possibilities again: He was dead — someone from his family would tell me that. Pakistan rioters took him, but there wasn’t any news about it, and I looked through online newspapers as well. He was in the hospital. For this long? He was in a coma. His father forbade our relationship. No, he promised he would tell me if anything happens. So there was only one possibility left. It was always the last one. He didn’t
