(Rasha)
The house is half-dark, with only the faint light from the kitchen spilling into the hallway.
I take off my jacket and hold it in my hand. With slow, dragging steps and my shoulders slumped, my head feeling too heavy for my neck, I make my way toward the light.
And then I see her.
She’s standing with her back to me, busy making something by the stove.
I lean against the wall behind me and stare at Nafas, forcing my tired eyes to stay open.
She’s been quieter lately. Ever since our argument, she’s been avoiding me in a way. She barely looks at me, and unless she has to, she doesn’t talk to me.
I can tell she’s upset...
But I have no idea what I’m supposed to do about it.
Nafas turns around and notices me. For a few seconds, she stares at me in surprise. Then her honey-color
