(Rasha)
I dial Nafas’s number.
“Hello?”
“Nafas... where are you?”
“My class is over. I got on the bus.”
“Get off at the next stop... I’ll come pick you up.”
“Did something happen?”
“No... we’re supposed to go somewhere.”
“Umm... okay.”
I hang up.
I steer the car toward the route back from Nafas’s university.
I run a hand through my hair.
A few stops ahead, I notice a crowd gathered at the bus stop.
I frown and slow the car down.
I roll down the window.
I lower my head and stare at the crowd from over my sunglasses.
When I see Nafas among the crowd, my frown deepens.
I park the car to the side and quickly get out.
I push my way through the crowd with difficulty so I can see more clearly.
I see a boy gripping Nafas’s wrist and shouting, while Nafas’s face has gone pale.
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