Chapter 48

Nour Khalil sat on a wrought-iron bench in the public park, her designer handbag clutched tightly in her lap. Around her, a group of middle-aged women in flowery dresses and heavy perfume fanned themselves, their eyes glinting with the sharp edge of social gossip. "Hey, Nour, how is your son-in-law, Tariq, lately?" a woman in a flamboyantly patterned abaya asked, leaning in with a smirk. "I heard he's making deliveries now. Is that true? A delivery boy in the family?" Nour's face flushed...