❝ I know. I could be happy until midnight if I wanted to. But what about after midnight? What about two AM? What about four AM? What about months and even years later?
I don't want to let him in knowing sometime in the future I'd have to let him go...
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Daneen had, through the car ride back, not spoken much to Tabish, and he didn't make efforts to converse either. He'd already said and enough, both to embarrass her before Ammi Jaan and her own father. Daneen was on the brink of falling down an abyss of rage.
Darkness had begun to take over the evening hues when their car rolled into the driveway, and Daneen's stomach filled with dread. And every time it happened so, Daneen knew what it was-the foretelling of something awful.
Daneen slammed the car door louder than she should have, earning her a glare from the driver and a glance from Tabish. She knocked on the trunk of the car loud enough for the driver to pop it open. But before she could reach for her bag, Tabish beat her to it.
"Damn your reflexes, Tabish," Daneen snapped. "Give it back."
"If we're asking for things we gave away," Tabish began as he closed the hood. "Why don't you give me my heart back?"
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