ABDALLAH
"Sophia," I start gently, despite the whooping ache inside. "I need to know who it was, okay? Do you get what I'm saying? I need to know."
She looks at me in a way that makes me want to plunge a dagger straight into my chest. Maybe rip apart the veins and arteries of my heart.
"Why? What can you do, anyway? The damage has been done."
My chest heaves with every gasping inhale of breath. "Just a name. Is it someone I know?" I wet my lips. "Have I seen him?"
I see the sudden swirl in her eyes and watch her swallow.
"I have, haven't I?" I stop. "Was it on our wedding? That's why–"
"Abdallah st–"
"No," I shake my head. "I get it now. That's why you were so upset." I step right in front of her. "Who, Sophia? Who was it?"
She crosses her arms across her chest and gives me a look
