Chapter 23
Laila Sitting and eating with him at home felt different from the restaurants and cafes we had been to so far. It felt more intimate, more like a couple. Piece by piece, he was consuming everything—my time, my space, my thoughts, and, yes, unfortunately, my heart as well. The conversations flowed easily, light and effortless. It was a joy to be around him, even when I kept pushing him away. Sadness washed over me. Why did he live so far from my home? And why did I even meet him? I could have lived more peacefully without him occupying my thoughts when I will return home. There was a nagging feeling that I would remember him often when I went back. I needed to distract myself from those thoughts. We had finished eating, so I stood up. "Okay, I’ll clean up and wash the dishes now," I said
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