For a moment, I stared at Omar and I saw how the corners of his mouth turned up as if something amused him. One of my eyebrows arched while I waited for him to elaborate on his latest statement that I should remain inside my room whenever he’s home. “What do you mean by you don’t go out?” I questioned him.

“It’s self-explanatory, Anna.” He replied in a stern voice while his eyes remained glued to the papers he was reading.

Just like a spoiled brat in a tantrum, I moved closer to him, and snatched the newspaper from his hand. He scowled at me but his glowering eyes didn’t...