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afraid you’d get married before I had a chance to talk to you. But now that
you’re here, I don’t know where to begin.”
“Is it about my parents?”

There was a pause, and Sarah looked out the window. “Yes, them. And a
lot of other things too.”
Deya studied Sarah’s expression. She could see from the look in her
eyes, the way she stared at the glass, there was something safeguarded.
“Why should I trust you?”
“I have no reason to lie to you,” Sarah said. “You don’t have to believe
me, though. All I ask is that you listen to me before you decide for

yourself.”
“Well, I don’t trust anyone.”
Sarah smiled and leaned back into her chair. “Not so long ago, I was
just like you,” she said. “I remember what it was like being raised in that
house. How could I forget? I understand what you’re going through, and I
want to help you make the right decisions, or at least let you know you have

options.”
“You mean about getting married?”
Sarah nodded.
“Do you think I have a choice? I don’t! You, of all people, should
understand that.”
“I do understand. That’s why I had to see you.”
“I don’t see how you can help me,” Deya said. “If you could, you would

have helped yourself.”
“But I did help myself.”
“How?”
Sarah spoke slowly, a half smile on her lips. “I haven’t been in Palestine
this entire time, or at all, in fact. I never got married.”