THE PLAN
Morning light came through the blue door. Zahra woke on the mat next to Zainab. Amina was already up, boiling water on a small fire. The house smelled like bread and tea. For a moment, Zahra forgot the pain. She was not alone. She had a mother. She had a sister. `You slept well?` Amina asked. Zahra nodded. `Better than in years.` Boma and Amara sat near the door. Their faces were serious. `We must talk about the clinic,` Boma said. `If the records are still there, we can prove who Zahra is.` Amina’s hands shook. `I went there once. Many years ago. The place looked old, but the gate was still there.` Amara frowned. `We must be careful. If we ask the wrong person, they may hide the papers again.` Zahra stood up. `I will go with you.` Amina shook her head. `No. It is not safe. If they
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