Muhazat's mind reeled as she processed Rashid's confession. Her whole life, she'd believed Aisha was her only family. Now, she had a brother, a father, and a complicated web of relationships.
As she walked into the mansion's garden, Khalil awaited her, his eyes filled with concern.
"Muhazat, I've been wanting to talk to you," Khalil said, his voice soft.
"I know," Muhazat replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Father told me everything."
Khalil's expression turned somber.
"I'm sorry, Muhazat. I should have told you myself."
Muhazat shook her head.
"It's not your fault, Khalil. Father's secrets are his own."
Together, they strolled through the garden, the evening sun casting long shadows.
"Tell me about Mother," Muhazat asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
Khalil's eyes clouded.
"Mother...Salma...she's complex. Loving, yet distant. I've always felt like I'm walking on eggshells around her."
Muhazat nodded.
"I understand. Aisha's similar. Loving, but secretive."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, bonding them in their shared experiences.
As the stars began to twinkle, Muhazart realized she'd found a true ally in Khalil.
But would their bond be strong enough to withstand the secrets and lies surrounding them?