"I think it's high time we go back home." Zeidan's deep voice boomed when they got back to their suite.

She flung her purse on the bed and her shoes went flying as well. She tried hard to hold back the tears that welled up inside her. Thinking of when she had first met the girl, her pretty round face had caught her heart. Her red hair complimented her eyes. The freckle sprawled over her forehead and nose. Her defiance and confidence whenever she spoke all changed in a jiffy to pale skin, lean and sick. Her dry, purple lips and pleading words. There was no atom of confidence when...