"You didn’t call sooner."
One night, his phone buzzed. A Syrian number. "You didn’t call sooner
"Then I’ll come with you."
He kissed Tareq’s shoulder. Slow. Certain. "You didn’t call sooner." One night
Tareq laughed bitterly. "At least your father is alive. Mine is in Damascus. I don’t know if he breathes." "You didn’t call sooner