Men stepped from shadows.
Two of them.
I stopped.
“You always did force drama,” he sighed. “I only wanted conversation.”
“You touched my child.”
“I introduced myself.”
“You threatened her.”
He smiled.
“No. I educated her. Told her mothers keep secrets.”
My hands shook violently.
“What do you want?”
He tilted his head.
“Truth.”
He tossed a folder down.
Papers scattered across the floor.
Court records.
Photos.
Bank transfers.
My breath caught.
Kareem’s name.
Payments.
Meetings.
Dates.
“No,” I whispered.
Samir laughed.
“Your husband found me first.”
The world cracked.
