For a second a wave of astonishment sweeps over Ashar's face, but he hides it quickly and composes himself, "I don't have new clothes."

Those bruises on his face are distressing me. I want to know what happened to him in the lock up.

"You can ask your driver to bring fresh clothes for you." I shrug and head into the building without waiting for him.

As I enter into my house, I instantly throw my phone on the couch and sprint towards the kitchen side to quickly cook something for him. I don't know if they had fed him in the prison or not. Even if they did, it...