Rakia woke up at three in the morning with a rumbling stomach. She gently pushed Dashtan’s arm around her stomach and moved from the room to the kitchen. She stopped by the granite countertop and yawned before resuming her steps to make food. He then opened the fridge and looked at what was currently inside. The clusters of red globe grapes tempted her to pull two grapes from the stem and pop them into her mouth one by one and go back to looking at the other food. The frozen potatoes managed to make her decide what she was going to eat. Rakia left the four-door refrigerator open to get...