“Ask him,” Amina taunted, before turning away.

With a heavy heart, Zainab made her way back to the small hut. Her mind was in turmoil, replaying Amina’s words over and over. As she entered, she could sense Yusha’s presence by the soft sound of his breathing. He was there, waiting for her, like he always did.

“Zainab,” he greeted her softly, reaching for her hand, but she pulled away.

“Is it true?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Yusha fell silent. She could feel the tension in the air, thick enough to cut through.