MARIA
A week passes by in a blur with the unpacking and jet log and grocery shopping etc. I like London so far. I like how when I wake up, Emad has already left for work and I can just make coffee and drink it while sitting on the terrace and do a bunch of other stuff from my routine.
What I do not like, however, is Emad's friend. The one that lives next door. I don't like the way he looks at me. And Emad thinks I don't know that his friend drinks. Does he take me for a fool?
My eyes widen as a thought hits me.
If he's friends with such people then he must be like them too. Meaning girls and alcohol.
The thought makes my insides tighten with dread. And before I know it, I'm wearing my jilbab and rushing out of the front door. After I've taken a few steps, I realise that I haven't lock
