Dashtan turned to Rakia as the woman mentioned the name of the woman currently on his doorstep, his face betraying confusion.

“Do you know her?” Dashtan asked curiously.

“We met at the greenhouse when her mother took her there.” Dalilah answered Dashtan’s question. The man turned back to his guest.

“What brings you here?” Dashtan spoke with no friendly intonation at all. Dalilah was instantly nervous at the man’s unfriendly tone with her. She would have had to summon up so much courage and guts to come see him alone, if not for something urgent that only he could help her with.

“I... Want to talk to you, it’s urgent,...