SOPHIA
“I told you,” I hiss breathlessly, snatching the diary from his hand and cradling it to my chest. “I told you not to invade my privacy.”
“Someone . . .” he stops. Starts again: “Someone . . .”
Horror slams into me. No. No. He hasn’t read─
He looks me right in the eye, one of my wrists still pinned up against the wall. “Were you . . .?”
Oh God. Oh God.
He runs a frustrated/angry hand through his hair. “Damn it! You know what I’m saying. Answer me.” His eyes soften, voice low. “Please. Please tell me.”
“I don’t . . .” I draw in a breath. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His hand tightens on my wrist. “Please. Can you, for once, not lie to me?”
“Abdallah, let me go.”
He steps even closer, desperately looking at me. “Just-just tell me what I’m thinking is . .
