When I woke up this morning I found myself on my bed, but something was wrong. I was in my bed, alone. Rami wasn't beside me. A little frown creased my forehead. He’s usually an early riser, but he always makes sure to kiss me goodbye, even if I’m still half-asleep.
I pushed myself up, a slight stiffness in my back, and padded out of the bedroom. "Where's Rami?" I asked the first maid I saw, a young woman named Farah.
"Good morning, Madam Dema," she replied, with a polite smile."Mr. Rami came home very late last night. He left very early this morning, too. He said he didn't want to disturb you."
"Oh," I murmured, a little knot of uneas tightening in my stomach. "Did he say anything else?"
Farah shook her head. "No, Madam. He just said he had to leave quickly."
I thanked her an
