Aisha had closed the main door and was tiptoeing ahead, leading Omar through the quiet hallway like a pair of mischievous teenagers sneaking back into school after hours. Every little voice, made her heart skip, but she didn’t slow down. Omar followed behind with extreme ease, as though he’d been here a thousand times.

As soon as they stepped into her room, Omar shut the door softly behind him and without a second's delay, collapsed onto her bed with a dramatic sigh. “Finally,” he mumbled into the mattress, arms spread wide like he was claiming it as his territory.