CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Petra sat on the couch and placed the shoebox in her lap. Her hands had stopped shaking, but her heart rebelled against its restraints. She had done it. She had finally talked about what happened with Bassam that night, and not to a therapist, but to another man. A man she fancied. She had made progress. Mouzah would be proud of her.
Waiting for Sami to sit down, she asked, “You sold the apartment?”
“Yup.” Sami sat to her right, careful to keep his knees from touching hers.
“So fast.” She noticed his reserved posture. The poor man didn’t know what had hit him. He had taken it well, though. He was still here. “It’s been only a week since it went on the market.”
“There’s a waiting list of potential buyers for these kinds of apartments. It sold the same day it was lis
