5 By the time Halima pulled into her compound on Sunday afternoon, the heat was baking the pavement, matching the slow, simmering ache in her chest. She barely had an hour to shower and change before the doorbell rang. It was Derin, holding a bottle of chilled prosecco and looking ready for their usual Sunday…...
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