Sireen’s POV

Mom leaves the house about thirty minutes later, a bit more dressed up than she’d usually be when she’s just going out, and I get all the confirmation that I need.

She’s going out on a date.

Camille guesses the same thing too, and I couldn’t agree more.

“I wanted to bring it up, but if she’s not yet ready to share it with me on her own accord, then I’m happy waiting,” I tell Camille, just as Mom gets out of our view through my window that overlooks the already dark street.

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