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She felt him nearing, and her heart began to swell. She couldn’t see his
face, but she felt him place his hands on her knees, and her legs twitched
away instinctively. He leaned closer. Slowly, he spread her legs apart. Then
he dabbed a rag against her split flesh.
He cleared his throat. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I have to.”
Lying there, trembling, Isra thought of Fareeda. She imagined her
creeping down to the bathroom earlier that day, smiling slyly as she placed
a bundle of fresh cloth in the cabinet for her son to use. It was clear to Isra
what Adam was doing: he was collecting evidence.
