“He’s not who you think he is,” Amina hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “He’s deceiving you, Zainab. He’s not a beggar by birth.”
Zainab’s heart skipped a beat. What did Amina mean? Her mind raced, but she forced herself to remain composed. She was determined not to let her sister’s words shake her newfound happiness.
Returning to the hut, Zainab found Yusha sitting outside, mending a tear in their only blanket. She could hear the soft hum of his voice, a melody that had become her comfort. As she approached, she hesitated, the seed of doubt planted by her sister taking root.
