The drive back from the airport felt longer than the flight itself. My mind was still replaying moments from our honeymoon – the blue sky mirroring the sea, the vibrant sunsets, Rami's laughter and how we danced on the beach . It all felt like a dream now, a beautiful, sweet dream. As our car pulled up to the gates of our mansion, a wave of warmth washed over me. Home. Finally, we were home.
Rami squeezed my hand, a wide grin on his face. "We're home Habibti"
I smiled, though a tiny sliver of sadness lingered. Honeymoons do have to end, I supposed. ,"Home sweet home." I replied.
The front doors swung open and a line of maids stood waiting. Usually, their smiles were as bright as the morning sun, but today, something was off. Their faces were grim, their eyes shadowed. A knot of
