Marwan’s ReturnMarwan knew right away which key to use. After inserting it in the keyhole, he held it for a few seconds, wondering what it would feel like to walk into the apartment in which he had grown up, which he still thought of as his mother’s apartment despite the building’s owner claiming it as his. So many years had passed since he last stepped into the apartment. Were he alive, his brother would have fought tooth and nail to keep it. He was certain of that. He, however, had no intention of standing in the proprietor’s way.
He usually avoided thinking of Ramzi, who had died young, and without having let go of the notion that his wife and his brother were attracted to each other and perhaps had even had an affair. There had been no open confrontation between them about those suspi
