‘She is right,’ I say. ‘I couldn’t come here, and I couldn’t go to Epsom, either. I was sure my father would be looking for me at these places first, and I turned out to be right.’
He gets up and begins to walk up and down agitatedly. The sight makes me feel dizzy.
‘But this is madness. The sheikh didn’t mention any marriage to us.’ That means he wasn’t very proud of it, I think to myself, feeling somewhat justified. ‘He and his son were only talking about—’
‘His son?’ I shout with shock. My heart misses a beat. ‘My father wasn’t here alone?’
‘He wasn’t,’ he says, looking at me with confusion. ‘His son was with him.’
‘Which son?’ I ask, almost hysterically. My heart is beating in my throat. Hamid! Oh God, Hamid! I don’t even know what I want more, that it would be him who has been her
