(Nafas)
Rasha is hardly ever home.
Ever since he came back from his trip, it feels like he’s locked himself inside his company.
Either he doesn’t come home at all, or he comes back so late that I never get to see him.
I don’t know how he’s doing.
Does he even sleep?
What if he passes out somewhere from lack of sleep?!
My brows furrow at the thought. Without paying attention, I ruin the design I’m working on. I tear the page out of my notebook, crumple it up, and throw it aside.
My phone rings.
When I see Pedram’s name, my face tightens.
What if he really did pass out...?
I answer immediately.
“Hello?”
“Sweetheart?”
The moment I hear his cheerful voice, my shoulders relax and I let out a relieved breath.
“Yes? How are you?”
“I’m good. Are you busy?”
I glance at all the note
