“Excuse me, I'll be right back. I need the bathroom," I called out to no one in particular.
A crucial part of the plan relied on the phone call I was about to make.
Flicking through the recently called list, I found the name I was looking for. It wasn't far down on the list, as I had called that number only last night to double-check the plan.
The call connected after two rings.
“Fatima?"
“Hey Han. I'm ready. Is everything okay?"
“Yes. I'll be out shortly. Meet you the same place as we met last time."
“Great. Heading there now."
I hung up feeling grateful. I had called my cousin earlier in the week on the walk home from the station. I told her I needed help and explained the situation with my parents and the marriage proposal they were forcing me into. Naturally, Fatima was horrif
