ABDALLAH
The early morning sun filters mercilessly through the curtains. I open my eyes and rubbing the sleep from them, I turn my gaze towards the bed.
The bedsheet and comforter are rumpled and when I get up and place my hand on the sheet, it’s cold which means Sophia hasn’t been in bed for a long time.
I spot the wad of cash on her side table. Damn it. Not this again.
I quickly wear my slippers, brush my teeth and walk out into the hallway. I check the rooftop but don’t find Sophia there. There’s only one other place where she can be in this house.
And of course I find her in the training room. A cigarette hangs from one side of her mouth. The room smells so bad that I can’t think of spending another second over here. Numerous used cigarettes are scattered across the cemented groun
